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Like a statue (...)
With no more room for (...)
Slowly taken down by age
Going back through every page
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
They like a monument's (...)
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Rime frost blocking out the light
Drapes the memories in night
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
This will not sleep
This will not die
This will not sleep
This will not die
The world is away
(...)
While guilted (...)
When the skeleton eagle fought, fought, fought to the (...)
Slowly taken down by age
Going back through every page
Counting enemies in flashlight dreams
Rime frost blocking out the light
Drapes the memories in night
Something old, something new,
Something, something...
This will not sleep
This will not die
This will not sleep
This will not die