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The fields are calling you,
a cry of silence.
Now it's time to go back,
you have waited too long.
Why don't you follow the trees?
They show you the way.
But you can't stop.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
The cold has become
a part of you.
Too much has happened,
many broken shards.
An empty sheet,
too many thoughts, but
the time steals your serenity.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
The poison of time flows through your veins.
The moment of silence has come.
Can you feel the warmth?
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late,
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
a cry of silence.
Now it's time to go back,
you have waited too long.
Why don't you follow the trees?
They show you the way.
But you can't stop.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
The cold has become
a part of you.
Too much has happened,
many broken shards.
An empty sheet,
too many thoughts, but
the time steals your serenity.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
The poison of time flows through your veins.
The moment of silence has come.
Can you feel the warmth?
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late,
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
A veil of haste is on your soul.
One day it will be too late.
Come with me and live,
from the poise of the forest.
