You were always there to hold my hand
When times were hard to understand
But now the tides of time have turned
They keep changing.

Seasons range, but you remain the same -
A steady heart, a sun to rain,
You'll be the light that's shining bright
High above me...

© Epica, "Tides Of Time"


Внезапно... вынесло нафик... О_о
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