Swaying with the treessounding lone anthems.
But those trees don t sway for me.
Those phantoms don t cry for me.
And I waitwhile my
world rends asunder.
I m not gonna break under
its weight. While the
phantoms sing dirges;
The angels are cryingtoday.
In tonight s breezeyou can hear crying.
Voices in the leavesthe angels are sighing.
But those angels don t sigh for you.
That crying is coming from you.
And you waitwhile your
world rends asunder.
You re not gonna break under
its weight. While the
phantoms sing dirges;
The angels are cryingtoday.
The beautiful sky is falling.
Can you hear the breeze calling
to you?
And the phantoms are falling.
Can t you hear that I m calling
to you?
To you....

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