Music upon the open sky,
shivering like the waves.
Opening up the broken past,
of scars amongst the caves.
Whispering to the dying leaves,
and clinging to the fading trees.
Hoping of the song that lasts,
for all eternity.
shivering like the waves.
Opening up the broken past,
of scars amongst the caves.
Whispering to the dying leaves,
and clinging to the fading trees.
Hoping of the song that lasts,
for all eternity.
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