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Dead Can Dance |
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Into The Labyrinth |
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The Carnival Is Over |
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Outside |
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The storm clouds gathering, |
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Moved silently along the dusty boulevard. |
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Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks |
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So they can in turn |
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Reach up and kiss the sky. |
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They are driven by a strange desire |
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Unseen by the human eye |
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Someone is calling. |
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I remember when you held my hand |
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In the park we would play when the circus came to town. |
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Look! Over here. |
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Outside |
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The circus gathering |
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Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard. |
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The procession moved on the shouting is over |
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The fabulous freaks are leaving town. |
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They are driven by a strange desire |
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Unseen by the human eye. |
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The carnival is over |
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We sat and watched |
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As the moon rose again |
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For the very first time. |
