Cold Teardrop Biography

This is the time of the year
when I must depart,
this is the calling of the magical sphere
this is the warm beat of my heart.
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Im looking trough my window
seing two men kissing beneath a tree,
so I see a tree.
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Beyond trees and forests
I start my journey.
Away from everything thats cold and sour.
Past valleys, mountains I reach the big white tower.
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Lithium, a jade of sorrow,
crying sickness, winds of ash.
Happines I seem to borrow,
feathers fall down with a crash!
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I will tell you guys a story,
no its not one of those -
filled with pride or glory.
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