In the Gutter of This Spring
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โฑ๏ธ 7:01 duration
๐ ID: 4268488
๐ Lyrics
Outside the rain keeps falling
On foul soil, dying snow
Melting and transforming
To waters made of woe
Grey clouds brewing idle
The trees can not withstand
What is dead and gone by
Is mixing mith the sand...
...In the gutter of this spring
Inside the days remain
In a dim and lightless paint
And with the naked branches
The sun did not acquaint
What is dead and gone by
And did not yet begin
Is flowing to my hand
From the gutter of this spring
On foul soil, dying snow
Melting and transforming
To waters made of woe
Grey clouds brewing idle
The trees can not withstand
What is dead and gone by
Is mixing mith the sand...
...In the gutter of this spring
Inside the days remain
In a dim and lightless paint
And with the naked branches
The sun did not acquaint
What is dead and gone by
And did not yet begin
Is flowing to my hand
From the gutter of this spring
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:04.80] Outside the rain keeps falling
[00:31.37] On foul soil, dying snow
[00:35.13] Melting and transforming
[00:38.56] To waters made of woe
[00:48.96] Grey clouds brewing idle
[00:59.81] The trees can not withstand
[01:03.79] What is dead and gone by
[01:07.03] Is mixing mith the sand...
[01:13.22] ...In the gutter of this spring
[02:07.67] Inside the days remain
[02:10.42] In a dim and lightless paint
[02:14.83] And with the naked branches
[02:18.14] The sun did not acquaint
[02:29.94] What is dead and gone by
[02:39.29] And did not yet begin
[02:42.89] Is flowing to my hand
[02:45.69] From the gutter of this spring
[02:55.26]
[00:31.37] On foul soil, dying snow
[00:35.13] Melting and transforming
[00:38.56] To waters made of woe
[00:48.96] Grey clouds brewing idle
[00:59.81] The trees can not withstand
[01:03.79] What is dead and gone by
[01:07.03] Is mixing mith the sand...
[01:13.22] ...In the gutter of this spring
[02:07.67] Inside the days remain
[02:10.42] In a dim and lightless paint
[02:14.83] And with the naked branches
[02:18.14] The sun did not acquaint
[02:29.94] What is dead and gone by
[02:39.29] And did not yet begin
[02:42.89] Is flowing to my hand
[02:45.69] From the gutter of this spring
[02:55.26]