Hearing you calling out my name I can hear you but I can't see you it's really not the same just a breeze howling from a place, not our roam But the moments linger as dawn rises over the stones and you touch my soul with a kiss on hinges of lonely songs as the door to tomorrow peaks Into your abyss of sins I ride no more shadows over my eyes as dark becomes eternal life enchanted by
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