When the days get shorter And winter draws near All that once was fair Withers and dies Thoughts of despair Breeding in darkness Growing from desolation Decaying my sanity If I would die away, drown in misery Choke on these tears, who would mourn me No one to light the candle, or weep on the grave If I'd be gone forever, die of this grief ...Forever gone... Would you kiss me goodbye And hold me in your arms If you were here with me Heading towards the dark The river runs black Through these forgotten woods I kneel down by the water Wash my stained face I let the stream take me Carry away from here To where I feel nothing Where no pain can reach me
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