| "Winter And The Sound of Nothing" | |
| Winter and the sound of nothing... My voice echoes down the years to me. I'll be laughing last, my dear, you'll see. Lips so cold, pressed to stone. Now there's only me, alone. |
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| "Winter And The Sound of Nothing" | |
| Winter and the sound of nothing... My voice echoes down the years to me. I'll be laughing last, my dear, you'll see. Lips so cold, pressed to stone. Now there's only me, alone. |
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