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Something is calling me It is a whisper in the dead of the night  A memory I can no longer see The flutter of wings when a bird takes flight The salty wind over the sea
La luna llena cae del cielo Con una luz intensa de relampago Pero sin sonido alguno Libre de las cadenas de la gravedad Cae Y desaparece en la oscuridad La osuridad completa
Endless ocean of stolen tears Only the waves know your fears Crashes and ashes and waterfall gears Irrelevance fades as you soak up the beer
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