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Wake up my love and fly
Because there will never be a good bye
The Gray sun freezes the hand holding the gun
Steady and still it moves
As if having it's own will
The hallucination haunts him
Leaving only one destination
Wake up my love and fly
Because there will never be a good bye
He takes a deep sigh
Casting his tired eyes into the distance
The rose plants blow soft relaxing chants
Days had cut him like unforgiving thorns
Aries casts a playful expression
Pulling up regression
A single tear quenches the thirst of the rose
Time stands still holding it's nature
As her voice echoes one sad final tune
Fly because there will never be a good bye
The Gray sun freezes the empty hand