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Lyrics: Twelfth Of Never. Things That Were. Recognition.


Softly speaking
Come to me
Fingers move, mind is clear
Only we
No truth to blind
No time to fall behind
Magic how you know my mind
In such a dark world, this is hard to find

Softly weeping
Come to me
Twelfth Of Never