'tears'
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Something is calling me
It is a whisper in the dead of the night
A memory I can no longer see
The flutter of wings when a bird takes flight
The salty wind over the sea
La luna llena cae del cielo
Con una luz intensa de relampago
Pero sin sonido alguno
Libre de las cadenas de la gravedad
Cae
Y desaparece en la oscuridad
La osuridad completa
Endless ocean of stolen tears
Only the waves know your fears
Crashes and ashes and waterfall gears
Irrelevance fades as you soak up the beer
