الكلمات الأصلية
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As the sun sets
And the dark rise
Lunar rays filter through the trees
As the shadows flicker
One hears the oak groan
A distant, feeble sigh
From a thousand tired souls
And yet i paid no mind
To these softest of cries
Enveloped by the endless
Night of my demise
And the sun rises to bring the light again...
