Strangers
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Lyrics
From raging storms of kindred tears to summers love in whispered ears of strangers. Their eyes will meet the scene is set, these rival foes at dissidence are unaware. Fair rose I'm told lay not before this house of thorn in ageing war, it's open. Forlorn; foreseen as woken dream. Becloud belief, despondency of happiness.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:41
- Key
- 3
- Tempo
- 140 BPM