And again on a blue evening
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The nightingale sings in the grove
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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And it starts all over again
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The bark is grooved again
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Someone spins a heart and an arrow
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Under a birch branch in a ligan
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Laying a wedding bed in moss
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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And it starts all over again
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But through green thickets
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There is the quiet swish of footsteps
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And again for some cradle
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Someone is looking for a birch bark
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But when the pink leaves slide
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To disappear into nothingness
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Finally the gray men come
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Carve a white birch cross
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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Everything comes and goes in the distance (everything comes and goes in the distance)
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And it starts all over again
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Joy and sorrow slide over me
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Like a variegated autumn leaf
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Who comes to see people off
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From the cradle to the grave
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And that's why the birch in the bend
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There are so many deep scars
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To his native hill
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I would love it to the core
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance |
And it starts all over again
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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Everything comes and goes in the distance
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And it starts all over again
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And it starts all over again |