Artist: A Long Winter
Song: Portraits Hung In Empty Halls

Now this dream's just a cloudy memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The canvas looks so empty.
Without the painting.
You're portrait would be so.
Beautiful hung in empty halls.
Now this dream's a faded memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
The frame looks so empty.
Without the canvas.
You make everything so much better.
You're such a work of art.
And now this dream's just a cloudy memory.
Rain hits my face for the first time.
I can live again.
The walls look so empty.
Without the frames.
I wanted to be you, but I destroyed myself.
I destroyed myself.

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