You'll never hear it
The sound of water running freely
Just the snow beneath your feet
The gravel underneath
You'll never hear it
No one left to speak
You'll never hear it
The sound of wind is disappearing
People walking down the streets
The empty galleries
You'll never hear it
You'll never see it
You'll never feel it
Standing on the peak
Finish on the cheek
Telling you to stay, to stay, to stay

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