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We will fade away,

when I close my eyes—

dreaming every night

of how the sun-sets.

And for the last time,

under sleepless nights,

I can see again

those hills and mountains.

These long hours before us

will fade away;

as flowers, deep in the shade,

all withers.

Now look at me:

a blurry face.

Night will come soon.

And yet I see

with wounded eyes

how all is consumed.

On this barren land

we just don't belong,

looking for a place

to spend the winter.

Running out of breath,

struggling to survive;

tell me how to dream

of seas and rivers.

Now look at me,

pale as the snow.

Night will come soon.

And yet I hear,

with bleeding ears,

how all is consumed.

Every day on Earth

we cry towards the skies.

I dream of stars above

to guide my hands.

Counting the seconds,

fading away,

counting the seconds,

gasping for air.

We fade away,

the days we lost

are turning to dust.

Nothing but the ghosts

of past lives.

Counting the seconds,

fading away,

the days we lost

are floating in the air.

We fade away

into dust.

Nothing but ghosts

gasping for air.