Sounds Like Crows

Sounds Like Crows

You live, you die, and there’s breathing in-between.
We live our lives circumference in our dreams.
In love and hate there’s mutual embrace and fear of the inevitable.

This love that echoes out disguises rage and I believe that I,
In spite of all these fears, am still a child and do not think that I will ever die.

Preserve time, there’s no way to rewind.
Yeah, this instance will not occur again.

All this love that echoes out disguises rage and I believe that I,
In spite of all these years, am still a child and do not think that I will ever die.

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