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Linnea walks in half light |
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And sees islands of black everywhere |
| [00:20.530] |
But the river of sunrays flowing down |
| [00:24.760] |
Blinds her eyes with fear |
| [00:41.920] |
Linnea leaves no trail |
| [00:45.300] |
She treads so lightly on the ground |
| [00:48.900] |
On a path that follows the blowing wind |
| [00:52.530] |
To where ever the wind is bound |
| [01:42.100] |
Linnea is calling out |
| [01:45.100] |
To find voices to sing with her own |
| [01:48.520] |
But her cry is lost in nowhere land |
| [01:52.840] |
And leaves a lonely sound |
| [02:09.900] |
Linnea feels she is missing |
| [02:13.450] |
Something and someone and some fair place |
| [02:17.900] |
Her eyes are telling of coloured dreams |
| [02:20.650] |
And the light doesn't reach her face |
| [02:24.620] |
The river of light |
| [02:26.290] |
Sleeps in your song |
| [02:28.210] |
It will burn so wild and strong |
| [02:31.800] |
When you end your search for golden suns |
| [02:35.690] |
Your eyes have a light of their own |
