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Текстове на песни: Soundtrack Artists. Golden Egg.

Come and seek us where our voices sound.
We cannot sing above the ground.
And while you're searching, ponder this:
We've taken what you'll sorely miss.
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took.

But past an hour - the prospect's black.
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back