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Şarkı Sözleri Shall I stay or go through the door Will the pen [unverified] Watch the stars Sleep's a chore The moon is growing cold It hangs like a sliver of tin How do our dreams unfold And why are my bones feeling thin? I watch my pen as though My fingers could shatter like icicles And before my eyes Lie glittering and useless on a field of snow