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Legends tell of crystal lakes And of the chrome seas Simply makes things run cold Place you head when nights are gray Colored skies that shade the sun Mystery ages grows old Prism blind but no light shines Blacker than hells bleed Greens the grass and blues the sky Dreams dissolved with thoughts involved Everything of this place Crushed this all with a blink of an eye Dream to a show plagued with a doubt Ending with the start of this day Hopelessly proud never amount Facing to change back to gray Watching as the skies keep rolling And the clouds keep folding into the sea Listen through ears not hearing And eyes not seeing what they believe Watching as the skies keep rolling And the clouds keep folding into the sea Listen through ears not hearing And eyes not seeing what they believe From Letras Mania