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Restless night walking nowhere in the foggy dew |
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Restless years whispering through very long clouds |
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Very low clouds, very long clouds, very low clouds |
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It wakes in me the wound of days as dawn breaks bleak |
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I call to you present the mirror as you comb your hair |
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Horizons rising icy blue, yes and tall walls dwindle |
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Steeples sink into the sea |
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Old keys for old locks splash up a spray |
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Grey thoughts and useless papers, they roll and blow away |
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While the band was playing such a sad refrain |
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Sounds my ears have lost continue through the rain |
