الكلمات الأصلية
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This season’s dead, the cold wind lies
Beneath the stars, a dim-lit sky
I write of love, of silent fears
Of broken souls, forsaken years
I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
A silent queen in shadows stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
A silent queen in shadows stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
Her whispers soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall
Where shadows drift and voices call
A bird I knew flies low and high
In season's grip, beneath the sky
I write you love, a broken verse
In tongues that fade, a silent curse
Close the windows, shut the night
A ghostly dream, a fleeting light
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
A whisper soft, her voice in pain
Of love that burns, of loss again
I write you love, in crooken' verse
In fading words, a quiet curse
Close every door, shut down the night
A ghostly dream, a fading light
A quiet queen in darkness stands
With empty eyes and folded hands
Farewell, farewell, beneath the wall
Where shadows drift and voices call
A bird I knew flies low and high
In season's grip, beneath the sky
