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Watching those flowers burning out tonight |
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Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight. |
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Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage, |
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While from my hands is falling another page... |
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Dreams and lost days are burning in the past, |
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Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast, |
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And in the great light I cannot see no more |
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Where is the right side, where is the golden door. |
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Mornings and colors are playing out of here, |
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Because I don't remember the memories of fear, |
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The aura of the moondawn is loosing her contours, |
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Sweet angels of heaven are missing their return. |
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Echoes of whispers so similar to paint, |
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Distant, so distant, like diamonds in the rain, |
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And if for a moment there lights are on your lips, |
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I know, there's no answer, but a wonderful eclipse. |
