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• Artiste: Echoing Green (The)
• Titre: Seaside
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All the flowers in the field of hours Have withered away And the sky that used to light our lives Is ashen grey As the clouds kiss the faultline And look back as if to say... "There's nothing to see here..." There's nothing to feel here And our dreams left like children by the wayside And our psalms Sung like secrets by the seaside Could heaven come more quickly And lift us from the embers And the cinders that we remember Of the fires that killed out hearts And left us withered and grey There's a tear inside of all our lives That time won't mend There's a shroud around our saddened eyes Here at the end Yet our hopes shine like beacons In the half-light And our prayers-violent wispers By the seaside