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Postcards from the Lost (Lyric Video)
đŦ LYRIC VIDEO âĸ "Postcards from the Lost" â Cora & Elowen đĩ Ouça a mÃēsica completa no Dexbom: https://dexbom.com/track/Lh9lPrBrfnujNoI ââââââââââââââââââ đ LETRA ââââââââââââââââââ đļ Verso In the atticâs quiet hush, beneath the settling beams, Lies a trunk of fading postcards, and the weight of old dreams. Handwritten lines with edges worn, colors dulled by time, Every note a whisper soft, a sorrow and a rhyme. ⨠PrÊ-refrÃŖo We trace the dates and worn-out stamps, A journey sunk in memoriesâ hands. đ RefrÃŖo Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we wonât show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. đļ Verso Letters tied with faded twine, voices from afar, Echoes of a yesterday beneath the attic star. We fold our grief in gentle chords, let the stories breathe, Two souls intertwined in song, with all the ache they bequeath. ⨠PrÊ-refrÃŖo We trace the dates and worn-out stamps, A journey sunk in memoriesâ hands. đ RefrÃŖo Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we wonât show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. đ Ponte Between the lines, between the years, A tender voice that calms our fears. We keep the pain, we keep the light, Holding close what hides from sight. đ RefrÃŖo Hold me in the silence, where the past still speaks, In the corners of lost stories, the heart quietly seeks. Through the dust and the longing, through the tears we wonât show, In that attic trunk of postcards, we find the love we know. đĩ Final In the atticâs quiet hush, we softly close the lid, With every whispered memory, the heart is gently hid. ââââââââââââââââââ đ¤ Clipe e mÃēsica criados por InteligÃĒncia Artificial ¡ Projeto Dexbom AI #LyricVideo #Dexbom