theres the moon asking to stay
long enough for the clouds to fly me away
though its my time coming, im not afraid, afraid to die
my fading voice sings of love,
but she cries to the clicking of time,
of time
wait in the fire...
and she weeps on my arm
walking to the bright lights in sorrow
oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow,oh my love
and the rain is falling and i believe
my time has come
it reminds me of the pain i might leave
leave behind
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