Stories of the past
Make my heart ache
The shinig of the stars
Will make the earth quake
Gone too far
The angels start to sing
DAS ENDE IST DA
And pain is what it brings
I found heaven I found joy
And peace within my mind
In the sand
In the grass
In the hills of the land
Called blue moon
Blue moon
I heart it in a dream
Don’t sell your soul
Now there’s a need to scream
‘Cause stories of the past
Make my heard ache
Time goes too fast
For my sake
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