The leaves they fall
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upon the day that makes a memory
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Those pleading eyes,
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echoing, silently in me
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The final nights
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I guard her sleep, I can do without
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the fear's down deep
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There's nothing good in this mourning..
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Oh, and I know..
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Invested feelings in the one I would outlast
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My little friend is getting tired, fading fast..
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Did not want to see the signs of the dimming flame
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I need to have more time
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No, I don't want to let you go
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Tonight I fear I'll say goodbye to my little friend
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Don't want to let you go..
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The warmest heart I've found
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I lower into the ground
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My tears, forever without you
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resting under your tree
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You have always liked this place
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It now belongs to you..
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I need to set you free
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and go on alone
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One day in my feeble timeline
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You gave me your heart and stole mine
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Tomorrows came too fast for me
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to hear your slow, silent goodbye..
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The kindest heart I've found
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I lowered into the ground
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Your smile kept me alive
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back when the skies were still
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You always liked this place
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Now sleep under the tree
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I planted here the day
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when you were born
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I should've been ready, seen the nearing end
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My little old friend, a child.
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That day I had to say goodbye and turn the bend
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but I'll never let go
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Under Your Tree
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Sonata Arctica |