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A sunny morning, almost spring, |
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your drowsy smile grey like a kiss |
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some weary lover would have given |
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to a glorious jewel from the abyss. |
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Where are the hours of your rising night...? |
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Worn-out and incredibly bright... |
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And then again we both wake up |
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saying hello to our own world |
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a dust like gold was everywhere |
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filling the room, the reborn air |
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unseen a spetter was waiting |
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for that invincible soldier. |
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He had my eyes and my cruel heart |
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my secret days, my chilling flames |
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was near to you while staying apart |
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watching his days lost in a game |
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made for some ghosts looking like him |
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but I can swear he had a dream. |
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A sunny morning, maybe March |
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And now must turn my face to you, |
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I must realize what is that arch |
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enemy looking for your blue |
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but willing and merciful arms. |
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Don't say a word. |
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The world has gone. |