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there may not be many words when the two of us convegethere's a lot to be implied about our strange and distant livesI left home to be a manto leave a mark upon this landI walked a ragged countrysidethe scars of men -- so hard to hidea loss for words still bites my tonguea bitter world begat your sonbut even if I get swept up in an autumn wind, you'll knownot even with the fog rolling in -- I won't forget the glowthrough the blackest spell of nightthis lunar lullaby Aus Songtexte Mania