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Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace Falling in shadows across your face... Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony Shadows now live where light used to be... A spinning wheel where our memories were spun Weaving our way through the fabric of time Winding the wheel back to where we had begun Spinning away to when you once were mine Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn I turn away the curtains are drawn Somewhere in time when the night began to fall Just for a moment we had it all A spinning wheel where our memories were spun Weaving our way through the fabric of time Winding the wheel back to where we had begun Spinning away to when you once were mine We choose our path never knowing right or wrong Ribbons get tangled within the storm Just like the widow was weaving her web The spinners wheel holds tight to the thread (Grazie a Lady Isael B. per questo testo) From Letras Mania