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Paroles de Gracethere's the moon asking to staylong enough for the clouds to fly me away
 well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
 my fading voice sings of love,
 but she cries to the clicking of time
 oh, time
 
 wait in the fire...
 
 and she weeps on my arm
 walking to the bright lights in sorrow
 oh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrow
 oh my love
 
 and the rain is falling and i believe
 my time has come
 it reminds me of the pain
 i might leave
 leave behind
 
 wait in the fire...
 
 and i feel them drown my name
 so easy to know and forget with this kiss
 i'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow
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