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| Cold fingers run on my skin This is the cold I feel within A blowing voice speaks in my ear I hear nothing but hidden sighs And on my eyes I feel your lips Trying to bring me back to life Forests of glass grow in my dreams Unreal forms dance in the stream My feet are crushing the heavy grass And wind is blowing on the clouds To bring sunshine back in my life Your bleeding heart lies now on mine And tears have erased all my scars A trembling hand on my soft cheek To wake me up from a night's dream And bring me back to real life |
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