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Teardrops Cold

Somewhere in his crimson death
There was one last whisper
One faint breath
As teardrops cold lay to rest
His one last whisper
His one last breath
He chose the season to which to live
He chose winter
He chose sin
Now teardrops cold lay to rest
His one last whisper
His one last breath

There’s nothing more lonely
Then the sound
Then the morning rain
That’s coming down
Then being forgotten
Before you’re gone
But the light he shined
Shined brightest when
He's wasn't remembered
At his end
And the teardrops stopped
As they said Amen
Forgotten before he's gone
Written by Vferry (vpf)
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