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We're facing forward or With our eyes closed We are dreaming of the coast We have a basket wrapped in a cloak And in it's what we cherish most Overhead a bird is coming To rest on our crowns Weightless and without a sound There is no other one I can see There's only you and only me No matter how the whole world Is underneath the burden of multitudes We are just another empty vessel Filled by warmth Forged in crucible of hope Empty vessel Empty vessel Empty vessel From Letras Mania