| I'll draw an evening for you:
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| There beckoning lights, melting candles
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| And from the clouds, instead of rain, thunderstorms,
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| And I would take you in my arms to them.
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| There, in the warm haze, lightning bolts shine,
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| There I will be able to kiss your eyelashes.
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| And gently hug your warm heart,
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| And in silence knock on your door.
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| April drums on the windows, knocks with branches - angry, angry.
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| This is the last snowstorm nothing else will happen.
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| Dream or reality - the second thing
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| I will cover you with clouds of grass,
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| Quietly sing a lullaby
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| And in this paradise we will be together.
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| April drums on the windows, knocks with branches - angry, angry.
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| This is the last snowstorm nothing else will happen.
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| April drums on the windows, knocks with branches - angry, angry.
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| This is the last snowstorm nothing else will happen.
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| Wide open in the morning I open the windows
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| Let's get wet together in the warm rain.
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| Let's sing about summer and we won't offend spring
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| And we'll see the colors of dawn together.
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| April drums on the windows, knocks with branches - angry, angry.
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| This is the last snowstorm nothing else will happen.
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| April drums on the windows, knocks with branches - angry, angry.
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| This is the last snowstorm nothing else will happen. |