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and now the days must fly away and leave us with our own indifference with thoughts of fear, we hold on dear to that which cannot keep us safely the time wrapped up in yesterday can't save the words that have my own thoughts only you now know the place that rings the bells and bleeds my own heart and all I've been for now and then you know within these troubled movements is the end, upon my head you will kiss to end the torture From Letras Mania