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Cradled by this sweet melody |
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We fall in silence like stars |
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Fascinated by an immaculate ground |
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While for a second we close our eyes |
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Stolen by the wind |
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These sounds are waves that carry the heart |
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Into a whirl of feelings |
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The noise of present is left outside |
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Insolent like an open sore |
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Equilibrium and symmetry |
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Branches that open like curtains |
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Show a window to the future |
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Through a crack does filter the light |
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Stolen by the wind |
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I'm lost between what I am and what I'll be |
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Victim of myself |
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Longing to know if tomorrow |
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Music will take me away from here... |
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Again |
