The hour that the forest puts the lake to bed
She rises to the surface, swims through the darkness in my head
The crate of next year's promises arrived in another town
And the leaves I can't remember are slowly turning brown…
Far from the skies
Away from her eyes
The golden country kingdom
Folds it's ...
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