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Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving |
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But how can they know it's time for them to go? |
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Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming |
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I have no thought of time |
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For who knows where the time goes? |
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Who knows where the time goes? |
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Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving |
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Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go |
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But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving |
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I do not count the time |
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For who knows where the time goes? |
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Who knows where the time goes? |
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And I am not alone while my love is near me |
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I know it will be so until it's time to go |
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So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again |
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I have no fear of time |
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For who knows how my love grows? |
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And who knows where the time goes? |
