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My ghostly happiness, where are you now? |
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I'm walking alone. The empty alleys |
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A park by the sea in the middle of summer |
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Temple of dreams, green magic palace |
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Maybe you've suddenly fallen ill, taken to your bed |
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Laying and dreaming |
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About the refreshing wind. Is there anyone |
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Who is watching your breathing? |
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What's wrong with you, how can I find out? |
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Something is out of order and sync |
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Maybe you're trembling with cold sitting by fire |
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Maybe you have a fever rush dreams |
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What if it hurts hurts you so bad? What if this pain is unbearable |
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So your world is crushen? |
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If I could only become an anesthetizia |
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For you, my ghostly priceless treasure |
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My fragile happiness, where are you now? |
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Just on the other end of the universe |
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I know nothing about your misfortunes and troubles |
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But I would give all I have just to be your nurse |
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Just to bring you medicine, |
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You would surely recieve only sweetest mixtures |
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Quietly take your temperature, straighten your blanket |
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And read you a book with coloured pictures |
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Probably there is ..., relieve your suffering |
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But I felt so useless for all these days |
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A park by the sea in the middle of summer |
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I walking alone, just me and the rain |