When the sun fades down
And the sky runs dry,
Oh the wind stills sighs every time you let it pass you by.
When the light fades out
And your eyes have run dry,
When you've all but forgotten yet it's still time to let it die.
Though our wings may burn
And though sparrows may never learn
To never cry but feel it all
To fly in love after the fall.
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