My notes in the void, Symphony for the Quiet
Music is fading, my sanity with it
Muted is life when I open the window
I can't catch a sound, can they hear me?
Twilight in my heart, when all noises die with sorrow
But I still can hear the piano in my mind
I play for my soul
Harmonies of the past
Chase all the shadows away
At my dismay
No major chord can last
When choirs of fates deafen me
I sense a distance
Am I too far away?
Silence is closing all the lips on my way
Twilight in my heart when all noises die with sorrow
But I still can feel the piano on the ground
I play for my soul
Harmonies of the past
Chase all the shadows away
At my dismay
No major chord can last
When choirs of fates deafen me
I play for my soul
Harmonies of the past
Chase all the shadows away
At my dismay
No major chord can last
When choirs of fates deafen me
I play for my soul
Harmonies of the past
Chase all the shadows away
At my dismay
No major chord can last
When choirs of fates deafen me
I play for my soul
Harmonies of the past
Chase all the shadows away
At my dismay
No major chord can last
When choirs of fates deafen, choirs of fates deafen, choirs of fates deafen me
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