Imbleeding in ways of the fire burned
Imcrying in ways of the nightbird
No more is there one to lay by my side
Imstraying in nightmares all the time
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go, reminds me of you
To blossom blue, is to blossom without you
Imbreaking but I cannot bear to
Imstaring but I cannot see you
For no more are you to lay by my side
Imweeping no more then this second time
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow, reminds me of you
A little something I know
A little somewhere I go
Where the sweet waters flow
Where the mistletoes grow, reminds me of you
To blossom blue, is to blossom without you
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Lake Of Tears
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