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Relics from a distant age |
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Rainbows at night |
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Tears uncried |
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Carefully leaving their places |
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Perfectly wiping all traces |
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Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet |
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Gently, unexpectedly, it's there |
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Your eyes may not be aware |
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Then..., too late, the yielding dawn |
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Morning will come |
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Eyes that never see the day |
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Never knew light |
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Wake at night |
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Memories, visions, illusions |
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Feeding all hearts in confusion |
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Winds of woe embrace the lonely |
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Even though their words silently flee |
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Where do they hide? Don't ask me... |
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Slipping through the gates of day |
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The night's giving way |
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Solitarily |
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Dew withholds the mystery |
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Keeping still |
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But once it will |
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Tell the tale of the eyes we never see |
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Relics from a distant age |
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Rainbows at night |
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Tears uncried |
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Carefully leaving their places |
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Perfectly wiping all traces |
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Twilight brings and breaks the spell, yet |
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Gently, unexpectedly, it's there |
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Your eyes may not be aware |
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Touching light, they'll disappear |
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Morning is here |
