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Cecile Corbel
See, the cold takes hold
Birds are flying by
For a million years they go
The storm is crying out
My batteries out
See, I'm getting older
Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day
Tears are sweet and oh
I feel the sighs around
Of the tattered wings of death
All the guardians
Are silent now
Can you hear me mourning
Now you're going down
Sadly in my arms
Now we're getting close
On our darkest day