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The Fears of Tired Souls Lyrics and vocals by Mary McGrath Copyright 3/11/10 All rights reserved The boughs break And the petals fall It is evening, with the frost Gleaming, Yet no one hears the screaming Of souls Who tire of living Their tears, like the rain Bitter water trickles Down the cheeks The creeks, the rivers Of sorrow, no plans For tomorrow More boughs will break Hearts will ache Yet no one hears No one hears The tears, The fears of tired souls
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