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1) When my dusk is drawn

In the twilight's gleam

A tear does fall in silent stream.

When I raise my eyes

For to see the light

I go through the shadow's vastrous might.

And I won't see

When the morning redeems

The sad voice of the tender night;

A sad voice, and it seems

Like some whispering of good-bye.

2) When my destiny

Emerges from the other side

There is no place for me to hide.

When I close my eyes

For to never dream again

Think of me every now and then...

And I won't see

When the morning redeems

The sad voice of the tender night;

A sad voice, and it seems

Like some whispering of good-bye.