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My soul is getting colder
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In my soul,
Autumn swirls in leaves descending,
Winds that roll
Down the boulevards unending.
Nowhere left to walk or wander,
Cold and gray,
Rain brings frost and icy thunder.
Don"t you say
Someone needs me far away -
Still I step through puddles, slender,
Lost in haze.
Chorus:
Where are you,
Golden days of youth and glory?
Moments true -
Gone like some forgotten story.
Why they left, I cannot see,
How to set this sorrow free?
2.
Pouring rain,
Happiness is lost in distance,
Wrapped in pain,
Treading dead leaves with persistence.
Autumn paints with yellow fingers
Darkened trees -
Eyes gaze upward, where hope lingers,
Seeking keys
To the realms of sweetest bliss -
Distant star, a world I miss...
Chorus
3.
Joy may wait
Not for me, but still I wonder -
Is it fate
That will tear the clouds asunder?
From the mist of veiled existence
Day is gone -
Why this sadness, deep resistance?
Aged and drawn,
Dull the dusk that hangs so lowly,
Life flows off into the slowly
Fading dawn...
Autumn swirls in leaves descending,
Winds that roll
Down the boulevards unending.
Nowhere left to walk or wander,
Cold and gray,
Rain brings frost and icy thunder.
Don"t you say
Someone needs me far away -
Still I step through puddles, slender,
Lost in haze.
Chorus:
Where are you,
Golden days of youth and glory?
Moments true -
Gone like some forgotten story.
Why they left, I cannot see,
How to set this sorrow free?
2.
Pouring rain,
Happiness is lost in distance,
Wrapped in pain,
Treading dead leaves with persistence.
Autumn paints with yellow fingers
Darkened trees -
Eyes gaze upward, where hope lingers,
Seeking keys
To the realms of sweetest bliss -
Distant star, a world I miss...
Chorus
3.
Joy may wait
Not for me, but still I wonder -
Is it fate
That will tear the clouds asunder?
From the mist of veiled existence
Day is gone -
Why this sadness, deep resistance?
Aged and drawn,
Dull the dusk that hangs so lowly,
Life flows off into the slowly
Fading dawn...
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