Back into that falling night
The birches and the silhouettes
The haunted plain
Sweet Lord, here I am again
You flower through my nails and skin
Moving like the sunlight in the alleyways
But in this life
We won't meet again
You flower through my nails and skin
Moving like the sunlight in the alleyways
But in this life
We won't meet again
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