The scent of you is always on my mind,
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searching for the strength to carry on.
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Buried deep within my soul,
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your memory will punish me.
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I no longer see a future with your smile.
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When shadows fall dark upon your stone,
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and dying leaves have covered all the words,
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I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.
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In this darkest hour I'm alone.
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A careless walk through fields of virtue,
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and calling out to every shattered dream.
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Circling the innermost thoughts,
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for this is the day I have truly died.
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The scent of you is always on my mind,
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searching for the strength to carry on.
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Buried deep within my soul,
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your memory will punish me.
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I no longer see a future with your smile.
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When shadows fall dark upon your stone,
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and dying leaves have covered all the words,
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I hold the answers to the questions that I dare not speak.
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In this darkest hour I'm alone.
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In Memories Past
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| Novembers Doom |
