Текст (слова) песни: Left Hand Solution - Memories (of The Tragedienne)
In the tragic play A marionette of the clock Pages filled with a chronicle in blood
Scents and sights come back to me My life in memories, makes me want to go Try and hold on to what`s left of all The golden scenes I forever want to know
The curtains are lifted Reveal a spectacle of rare `Til the final act I am your tragic one
Soaring in the wind Sounds - so transcendent So faint and softly Carries me above
Scents and sights...
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