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This year the days are growing older and tonight the hours are growing late to fell the pain we're running after and you my dear you've only been a' shining. But tonight, these sentiments, are slowly growing stronger oh Deandra, the steps are getting steeper and my lover, you might as well be lighter the fall, your wings, your feathers, so much if you try and fly you might as well be happier but tonight, please come with me, to this lonely wooden tower I was holding the seeds of light in my hand carving the names of ancestors and friends pictures like ours must stand out in time and you and I must rise that night but tonight, these sentiments are only growing hotter I was holding the seeds of light in my hand carving the seeds of ancestors and friends they've been calling us home hmmmm hmmm hmmm hmmm you and I will raise a perfect picture. From Letras Mania