Paroles Candles
Take away,
These hands of darkness
Reaching for my soul.
Now, the cold wind,
blows out my candles.
Feeling,
only fear,
without any hope.
A thousand dark moons
A thousand winters long
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb.
We try not to forget,
they live through us,
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.
A thousand dark moons
A thousand winters long
A million fallen stars,
the candle burns in the womb.
We try not to forget,
they live through us,
Slowly they die away at every candle's end.
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