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I've been looking through these eyes |
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Of black and white for far too long |
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And now these deepen colors seem so shocking |
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Bless the cool cold moon |
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That moves the seas that makes the waves |
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That made this scene for me to see, be moved |
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Will my life be long enough |
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To see the things I want to see? |
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I believe this world is just too big for me |
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Every cloud that passes by is another cloud I'll never see |
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Maybe I just try to hard to understand all of these thing |
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Bless the hands of painters oh |
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Who have captured melon skies |
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Starry nights for us to see and feel |
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For all of time |
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Will my life be long enough |
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To see the things I want to see? |
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I believe this world is just too big for me |
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This time it's just a blink of an eye |
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A glimpse into the world we were never meant to see |
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So don't hang on to anything at all |
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And all the things we have |
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And all the people we have known |
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Will fade away so quickly |
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Into the deep |
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And memories of love |
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Will be the only warmth we have in the end |
