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Lletres: Slow Coming Day. The Room Without Walls.

All your work, all your work has been for nothing
All this time, all this time that you wasted
Watching out my window, snowflakes are falling, falling down

Don't tell me I'm wasting, wasting away
Don't tell me I'm wasting, wasting away
All this time, all this time that you wasted

Slow Coming Day