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The Last Sunrise

The Last Sunrise

Published Jul 14, 2024 Updated Jul 15, 2024 Poetry and Songs
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[Verse]
Shadows fall on broken lands
Empty hearts and empty hands
Dreams are fading with the light
In a world that's lost its fight

[Verse 2]
Silent whispers ride the breeze
Echoes of what used to be
Stars blink out in endless sky
All that's left is asking why

[Chorus]
We are running out of time
No more mountains left to climb
One more dawn just fades away
Can't escape this end of days

[Verse]
Nature's song has lost its tune
Darkness swallowing the moon
Cities crumble into dust
Everything we built to rust

[Bridge]
In the silence we all stand
Fingers slipping from the sand
Memories they fade like tears
Counting down these final years

[Chorus]
We are running out of time
No more mountains left to climb
One more dawn just fades away
Can't escape this end of days

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Franck Labat 1 year ago

Entièrement générée par IA générative avec Suno, aucune retouche.

Prompt :" A song about broken friendship between Man and Machine resulting in the last few years for human kind on Earth"

Input supplémentaire : "melancholic, piano, somber"

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