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    Will you remember me<br />
    As the one from the trees when the forests used to sing<br />
    Or when I locked myself in the heart of the wood and threw away key<br />
    <br />
    You just kept giving yourself away<br />
    A gift to cherish until piece by piece<br />
    You laid before the roots of time<br />
    Day by day the nights swallow the sun<br />
    And with every night the more you gave your sadness came undone<br />
    You just kept slipping through the cracks of my fingertips<br />
    <br />
    I only hope that you remember me<br />
    As the one from the trees when the forests used to sing<br />
    Instead of when I locked myself in the heart of the wood and threw away key<br />
    <br />
    You’re not desire<br />
    You’re just a fucking widow weaving webs among the woods<br />
    I’m not answer but if you take my hand I’ll show you the world of the dead<br />
    <br />
    There you will smiling into the night<br />
    I watched you sing for hours on end<br />
    We’re telltale spiders spinning webs and singing songs<br />
    Sharing your stories with the moon and the trees with a world which strung you along<br />
    <br />
    I’ve shut you out<br />
    I don’t like your stories anymore<br />
    They always end so fucking sad<br />
    Fuck<br />
    I’ve turned my back on you for good<br />
    <br />
    Just keep smiling into the night<br />
    <br />
    I watched you pass me by<br />
    Every night you died with a smile on your face<br />
    In my dreams you wept blood from your eyes<br />
    <br />
    Just keep smiling into the night<br />
    My beautiful bride<br />
    I feel for your bleeding crimson eyes<br />
    Just so you know, I’ll always remember you<br />
    <br />
    As the telltale spider when darkness crept into our days<br />
    Sharing stories with the world until piece by piece you gave your heart away<br />
    You’re not desire<br />
    You’re just a fucking widow weaving webs among the woods<br />
    I’m not answer but if you take my hand I’ll show you the world of the dead<br />
    I hate sad stories they always end the same<br />
    I’ll never forget how the forest wept<br />
    When you gave yourself away
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