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Our hearts die young
for that I’ve been always
burdens sung
the melodies often insightful
Our hearts so full of desire
And something we’re often unable
Foresee a fallen man,
and the words in my mouth
are so spiteful
Why are we left here the way we are
Without anyone knowning not seeing far
Every second we choose to let pass just dies
Every moment will grow
And the words ring on in my head
You are always the one without
But believe, believe
The strenght that I feel
won’t always be hidden
As soon as I see
what I have forgotten.
Before the sun has burnt to dust