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Şarkı Sözleri All the highs are downwards All your fumbled words are spent Paying no attention To the thoughts of your dear friends No point louder The sound of my power Sinking deeper Further each hour My God When our flower's fading When our stem begins to fold I will take off quietly Like a bird that flees the cold No point louder The sound of my power Sinking deeper Further each hour My God My God My God My God My God My God My God