And were fall like petals, and were lay in the fading light
And a bell rings in the distance, and a gull cries outside
With your skin like sorrow, and your hair like folded sky
There's a voice in the distance, and it calls when the geese fly
And the room is our forest, where we lay in the fading light
And a bell rings far away, and your leave me in pieces tonight
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