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Space and sound |
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Are jesting with me |
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Witness the way she agrees |
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Cubic instantly |
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Amazing creation |
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Speaking in crimson |
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She's a freshly created breeze |
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Case closed no more pleas |
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The fabric of surprise |
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Is dreaming with your eyes |
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Cool is the breath of the wind |
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As I fall in a cubic stream |
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When I speak of love divided |
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I can feel her deeper sorrow |
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She tries to teach me memory and all her favorite things |
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If only I could steal a chance I'd be with her tomorrow |
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She says |
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"Tell me, Tell me, Tell me, |
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Till this life is just a dream" |
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Midnight is skinlight |
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October to my right |
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April done left me |
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She's gone with the Autumn breeze |
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Whenever the season |
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Starts jesting-testing with your vision |
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Cry for the color blind |
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The sound is oh so fine |
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The season has got no reason |
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To believe in this crimson |
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Witness the way you'll be |
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"Cubic instantly" |
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April done left me |
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She's gone with the Autumn breeze |
