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Here at the end of summerI watch the days draw inThe pale light so full of questionsThat I cannot move onThree years of sinking slowlyI can't take another dayI would give anythingTo make it go awayThere's nothing worth believing anymoreThere is no place we haven't been beforeThe little things that matter pass awayAnd leave our garden fragrant with decayIt's just empty space inside nowUnder the barren treesYour absence fills the silenceAnd your voice still haunts my dreamsI can't find a sense of purposeI can't seem to get a holdI can't find my peace of mindIt leaves me feeling coldSo coldSo coldSo cold From Letras Mania