And I know when time
Will pass by slowWithout my heartWhat can I doYou're in the hallsThe bell gives way to a larger swellWithout my heartWhat can I do, ohWroclai
And we grow fatOn the charms of our idle dreary daysSeen the shadows growSee an ominous displayWith no alarmCould we say we'd have expected this way(under stars?) have diedGive incent to playWroclai
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