
Song Of The Dead Songtext
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Wings no longer vainly flapping
I can fly to the places of my whims
No rain to fall, no wind to blow, a quiet world
Who needs trees to rest in?
Peeking into the cavernous, gaping darkness
I catch a glimpse of me
I can fly to the places of my whims
No rain to fall, no wind to blow, a quiet world
Who needs trees to rest in?
Peeking into the cavernous, gaping darkness
I catch a glimpse of me
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