Forgotten for happiness,
forgotten for good.
No one knows you
walking in the blackwood.
Forgotten,
Stars are shining that,
they know who you are.
The Sun is shining that,
it knows who you are.
Forgotten happiness,
forgotten for good.
No one knows you
walking in the black wood.
And the icy cold wind tells
you are forgotten forever.
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