Twilight Fog Songtext
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The twilight fog
is one still breath
Just like the wet
and tender kiss of
death
and when they ask
what became of you
I turn my eyes to a
sparkling drop of dew
The geese cry out
They're not home yet
They cut a hazy figure
overhead
And when they turn
and bid you fond adieu
A ghostly chill
settles over you
is one still breath
Just like the wet
and tender kiss of
death
and when they ask
what became of you
I turn my eyes to a
sparkling drop of dew
The geese cry out
They're not home yet
They cut a hazy figure
overhead
And when they turn
and bid you fond adieu
A ghostly chill
settles over you
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