The Autumns
The Autumns - Thieves In Blue lyrics
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Forever An escapade escaping A senseless winter's weeping Whiteless whispers keeping A frozen stare I fear It doesn't end here with a grin Her eyes to stir from a dreamless sleep Her silver Fingers of December Sting on the skinless waters Another day I fear It doesn't end here with a grin She sleeps forevermore Under cover of the fallen snow Filigree and pale, ashen scent Frost and chill as the breath to slow (and crimson bells) The wind it quells winter's sad lament