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It used to be unreal Fairy tales of yesterday I washed away with all my pain But they won't ever fade away Once freezing some ideals The cold wind took them all away No sunshine to brighten up our memories Who can turn back into old times We pray for a dying hour This season is not the theme We only pray to cry our dream Upon this emptiness We pray for clouds that hug The thunder's trumpet roars The rain comes down upon my head Tonight we gonna pray We pray for the end of the season The sound of the coming darkness A crown of thorns which burns That falls into the soul like rain The day that the sun will depart Once freezing some ideals The cold wind took them all away No sunshine to brighten up our memories Who can turn back into old times We pray for the end of the season From Letras Mania