The sky is grey
While the days are long
A distant cold
Upon my skin
A lonely fire burns within
The clouds are lying cryptic low
And so the seeds begin to sow
Wandering down below
My lonely thoughts will always go

The sky is grey
While the days are long
A distant cold
Upon my skin
A lonely fire burns within

To a world that no one knows
Where I can dream and be alone
And in this place I will reside
Upon white lilies my body lie
Where sparrows soar, flying high
And lonely loons begin to cry
While silent streams begin to flow
In the land of the black rose I go
Among haunted forests

In the land of the black rose I go
Among haunted forests
Forevermore

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