(*Ronnie Martin)
From silence
Hear choirs of voices call
Objects fall then you tremble
By winter, trees wither
Gushing winds freeze the landscape
Froze your heart
All these curiosities and such
Nothing else could torment you this much
All these curiosities and such
All these curiosities
Misuses, atrocities
Your fingers, pull me in
Let me go
Unleash your grasp from my throat
I saw you
Your heart moved to a place that deceived us
You're amused

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