Текст песни YEARNING - Haze Of Despair

Thoughts are useless as are deeds
Already lost is blossom of the young
No more...

Dreams of morning shine
Days leep, submit to night
A curse is to live before dying

A soul torn from the life
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Withdrawn, out of sight
Birdes flew out from beautiful garden

Circle of sorrow seems to never end
Wizened are flowers, brought to monument of zeal

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