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Harvest
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I have the strange feel
The walls of fire imprison me alone
The boy I used to be
Will never come any any home
It’s the harvest time
The target signs are painted on our backs
We swill the bigger wave
As she collapses from above
The heart she gave away
Was made for us, we're lost in love
I have the strange feel
The candent sickle cuts me off the ground
And soaked in clouds and wind
I’ll never find all my friends around
It's time for harvest
It's time for gathering the flowers of gold
She ran along the ridge
Sharpened skates above our heads in grief
The one who built the bridge
Was patiently waiting for relief
She sent him sappers
She sent him to the destination point
It's time to harvest
It's time to harvest
It's time to harvest
It's time to harvest
She ran along the ridge
Sharpened skates above our heads in grief
The one who built the bridge
Was patiently waiting for relief
She sent him sappers
She sent him to the destination point
I have the strange feel
The candent sickle cuts me off the ground
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