The days of fog, the days of sleet,
Days when the sun hid your angelic face,
Your memories and my wishes,
They ran parallel to each other .
I counted a thousand days,
Darkened by 999 nights of tears,
Among dead rose petals and fallen leaves,
I never knew you were waiting for me.
The days of fog, the days of sleet,
Days when the sun hid your angelic face,
Your memories and my wishes,
They ran parallel to each other .
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