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all the time left in our worldi would spend it lying heresimple orchard painted blackwhen your wings of light unfurlthe first black of dawn appearsand our planet went awayyour crest of curls and tangled thornschokes the flowers of our youthyet reveals their golden fruitand as our love lies burnt and torni forgive a faith forlornnothing i know can strike me downfarewell to my bones' unrest'cause your storm has said it bestthrough the wind your voice will singi'll hear it everywhere i goi feel the blood run from my breast'cause your storm has said it bestthrough the wind my voice will singyou'll hear it even when i go Aus Songtexte Mania