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The Travelers - The Bells Of The World

1) Screaming baby child Feeling pain of stab he lies in dust of defeat, But no war torns it here only a deepless human fear. Selfish and arrogant creed. 2. Pure love´s escaping from us Jumping through sharpest glass Always trying to help us Save piece of lovers teardrops Can it be worst for child? When he saw his mother died. You are the one who´ve got won First race in your mothers womb 3.) No, it only the wind subsides. Crying for faith which dies. Gently Stroking a bloom At last it will face the doom. 4. We´re leaving The Things which other pray 5.) It only the wind subsides. Crying for faith which dies.

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