Where have all the images gone
reflected in an empty mirror?
What deep rumbling from the clouds above
have stirred me night after night?
There was man in that moon,
The lonely chill made him fall.
His death came too soon.
Second chances ran too far.
A heart would one have if they'd find his cold soul,
and carry him over the stars.
reflected in an empty mirror?
What deep rumbling from the clouds above
have stirred me night after night?
There was man in that moon,
The lonely chill made him fall.
His death came too soon.
Second chances ran too far.
A heart would one have if they'd find his cold soul,
and carry him over the stars.
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