I sit and wait for the time to come, through the valleys of the seas. Those are the melodies we hear today in our beautiful silver dreams. Where have you been, where have you been.
The night wanders through the streets of the villages for having nowhere to sleep. The cold wind paints the shadows in shades of silver. Every walking shadow is a ghost.
Silver…
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