| Shadows cross and disappear
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| through rows and rows of names on stones
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| Footsteps quicken and die away
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| Past names forgotten and unknown
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| The night sends its sound throughout
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| A rusty gate closes afar
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| The sounds of footsteps pass and fade
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| beneath the midnight star
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| Silence spreads no sound to hear
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| Her hand reaches toward the mark
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| To place upon the grave a flower
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| barely seen within the dark
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| To place upon the grave a flower
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| barely seen within the dark
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| And I’m fading in the moonlight
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| from the ashes, grief, a mourn so dark
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| And I will fly, fly, I will fly so high
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| on the eagles wings, towards my home
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| And I will fly, fly, I will fly so high
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| on the eagles wings, towards my home
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| And I will fly, fly, I will fly so high
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| on the eagles wings, towards my home
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| And I’m fading in the moonlight
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| from the ashes, grief, a mourn so dark
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| A rusty gate shuts afar
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| Sounds of footsteps fade and dim
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| A silent tear upon a cheek
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| Remembrance of what might have been
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| A silent tear upon a cheek
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| Remembrance of what might have been |