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Feeling alone in the Darkness, The Golden Hour is counting One, two, three - No way this night can separate Our Souls, Yet you ain't hear a word from me. No goodnight on your closing eyes, No good morning on your open days, Banishing your intense voice And all the drawings from when I was a Prey - I still think we were good enough Though, Even if you won't admit so - But falling for Love isn't enough If someone tries to change the way You are - I won't but thanks, I appreciate the trying - Remember when we talked about Albatraoz and stuff? About the books that I was told Could be the interpreter Of the Heart? About rides and trips we would take To fill our little cup And to feel a little bit older? I keep wondering about those stuff 'Cause the thread is still stuck In the Maze of Illusion Built with the words and Faith In the Future - Gone, gone, gone, All gone like a passing storm, Like the Silence over a field of War, Like the heartbeat of a Human At the funeral - There's nothing more now And you know why? The Darkness has left Tonight.