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A television glows to lift the heavy gloam
No phones ringing, silence singing
An island of your own, you fill the space alone
With no doors knocking, old ghosts talking
On and on, the empty memories echo all night long
On and on, their distant voices sing the saddest song.

And in the Winter's slow fall, the heart becomes a snowball
Since your Spring's curtain call, the cart has found a new colt
In the Winter's slow fall, the heart becomes a snowball
Your voice may carry but who will pick up?

A lonely flower grows into a poisoned rose
Kills the garden, poor soil hardens
You are a bowl of fruit, still life and destitute
Pills are scattered, bottles shattered
On and on, the early memories are never gone
On and on, time's resistance only makes them strong.

And in the Winter's slow fall, the heart becomes a snowball
Since your Spring's curtain call, the cart has found a new colt
In the Winter's slow fall, the heart becomes a snowball
Your voice may carry but who is calling?

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