Текст песни Echoes Remain for Ever - Anne Clark
                                                Autumn 
                                                leaves 
                                                that 
                                                collect 
                                                weight 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                ashes 
                                                of 
                                                Summer
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                cracked 
                                                and 
                                                broken 
                                                by 
                                                my 
                                                intruding 
                                                step
 
                                    
                                
                                                Foreign 
                                                thoughts 
                                                that 
                                                invade 
                                                my 
                                                questioning
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                death's 
                                                cold 
                                                cold 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                bait 
                                                will 
                                                deter 
                                                the 
                                                ancient 
                                                stalker
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                colour 
                                                I'm 
                                                not 
                                                sure 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who's 
                                                walked 
                                                between 
                                                this 
                                                park
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                with 
                                                icy 
                                                fingers 
                                                prepared 
                                                this 
                                                morbid 
                                                corridor 
                                                of 
                                                bracken
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                take 
                                                my 
                                                steps 
                                                closer 
                                                there 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                your 
                                                fingers 
-                                                hard 
                                                and 
                                                comforting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Write 
                                                softly 
                                                through 
                                                my 
                                                hair
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                that 
                                                we're 
                                                afraid 
                                                of 
                                                in 
                                                each 
                                                other
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                that 
                                                may 
                                                die 
                                                between 
                                                us 
                                                without 
                                                death 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                the 
                                                blame
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                play 
                                                games 
                                                so 
                                                unprepared
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                dance 
                                                round 
                                                fires 
                                                unguarded
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tears 
                                                become 
                                                blood 
                                                of 
                                                sorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                pulse 
                                                keeps 
                                                time 
                                                so 
                                                badly 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                tune 
                                                you 
                                                play 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                steps 
                                                down 
                                                streets 
                                                that 
                                                remain 
                                                unchanged 
                                                but 
                                                change 
                                                so 
                                                many
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                just 
                                                vanish 
                                                like 
                                                yesterday
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                think 
                                                dark 
                                                thoughts 
                                                you 
                                                tell 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                fate 
                                                waits 
                                                prepared 
                                                in 
                                                darkness
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                will 
                                                fumble 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                handle 
                                                is 
                                                too 
                                                high 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whose 
                                                wood 
                                                is 
                                                from 
                                                those 
                                                mighty 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                trees 
                                                that 
                                                lay 
                                                down 
                                                their 
                                                leaves 
                                                so 
                                                recklessly
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                light 
                                                remains 
                                                flickering 
                                                in 
                                                Autumn
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                musky 
                                                smoke 
                                                from 
                                                blazing 
                                                bonfires
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                rise 
                                                like 
                                                incense 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                funeral 
                                                pyre
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                preparation
 
                                    
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