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For the beam and the range
These sorrowful trees forsake
I will carry your tears
They shall travel the winds
And fall on my skin
I will carry your tears
I will carry your tears
I will carry your tears
In the wind
A candle against the night
I will carry your fears
They shall travel the seas
To distant shores
Far away
I will carry your tears
I will carry your tears
Shed your pain
Set yourbarenf
On feeds
Honey, honey
Shed your pain
I will carry your tears
They shall travel the winds


To distant shores
Far away
They shall travel
Off chemotherapy
Sword the wound
Itu


Gcurrent

In all your deceiving, you'll look for love
In all the things, in all what you have
No time for excuses and beliefs
In all the things, in all what you have
In all the things, in all what you have
The more it's gone, the sillier it gets
The sillier it gets
The sillier it gets
The sillier it gets
The sillier it gets