There were flowers in her hair
There was silence as her heir
With demons on a cloud
She sighed with the sound
Of darkness

She saw a beast with a giant hand
Now we have to wait to understand
'Cause nobody before
Has even seen the shore
Of darkness

She seems she can't quite get along
She has a face of a lady living alone
When I would try to read
Her face with the speed
Of darkness

mızıkalamaca.

How come no one took a look at her?
Sh(yanlış girer mal. aslında   wi)th all her charms and footsteps we all heard
When I would try to reach
With a subtle speech
Of darkness

I came when no one tried to see
Of course I get(got olaydı iyiydi) down on my knees
With the Dylans and the Barretts aum
Between the sheets of the servants
The yellow of the sunset aum
With the sun shining crimson red (roy harper red'i)
Missions of a dying voice
Missions of a dying-dir oy (ahueha türkü kafası)
...
...   (bunlardan en az biri visions of a... olaydı baya iyiydi, bi dahaki sefere artık)
...
Of darkness.

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