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• Artiste: Days of Fate
• Titre: Through Fingers Runs The Dust
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To the old tree She said good-bye last may Did not try looking back She's gone the track Which leads to brighter days In a dream She saw a gold-well gleaming bright Meanwhile the tree has died Its leafs have lied On burnt off fields Out of sight The morning sky's alarming darkened By black clouds, they crossed her way And the few brooks, she was passing by Were stinking, stale and grey So she stared into the water Saw a dead leaf swam its way And the doubts began to eat her up She's falling down to pray But she didn't walk alone When she was leaving home Pure greed was on her side The tree died of her pride And now through fingers runs the dust She couldn't quell her lust The tree died of her pride It's happened out of sight And she slid to the ground She said good-bye last may But she didn't walk alone When she was leaving home Pure greed was on her side The tree died of her pride And now through fingers runs the dust She couldn't quell her lust The tree died of her pride It's happened out of sight