Unplayed pieces we are
Weigh nothing a end
Red blood, lace, and hair of strand
Decay, defiance
Darkness be here
Light be here as well
Bring it back gentle
You fall, fell, a river
Through right slipped your hand
True what believe I refuse
Back you will I will
Back you will I will
Wait a find I will
Bring it back gentle
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