Breeze of death announced her,
Soon you're leaving bay.
Who is to moan after?
Our days are numbered away.
Silence is making it harder,
But we are here to stay.
To long and roll it over,
until we meet again.
Water surrounds
This peace that we found
Behind dead grace.
When Sun take off the horizon
Our shadows will be erased.
تهافت التهافت
Fading out blowing away,
All in all it ends within your death.
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