All the highs are downwards
All your fumbled words are spent
Paying no attention
To the thoughts of your dear friendsNo point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My GodWhen our flower's fading
When our stem begins to fold
I will take off quietly
Like a bird that flees the coldNo point louder
The sound of my power
Sinking deeper
Further each hour
My God
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