Spirits waiting for glittering
Spirits waiting for glittering
But now covered by leafs what’s withered
They are dying inside, maybe tonight
But surely they have approached the end
What must been glittered
What must been glittered
Breathing tired because glory’s door is tight
Making grieves in silence or in deep whispering voices
Many ways were discovered just as suffered
but yet it were many choices
Laughing is secondly
Laughing is secondly
Being alone and much pain the main
Wishing for being free
That they will soon fade away through cold and rain
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