There are days like good dreams
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In the midst of autumn warmth,
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In which women from the past
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They stand in the way like mirrors.
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And everything that was erased and faded,
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And got lost when walking
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They will return you like a mirror,
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And you learn everything about yourself.
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After all, it's you, you're as easy as two and two,
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He gave poetry to the redhead, gilding the words,
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After all, you are the redhead easily and in unison
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Whispered in a dream "Closer" and took away sleep.
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And today it all happened,
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I met her on the street
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This hair is the same roof
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over which the sun rises.
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And easily and tirelessly
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A blizzard swirled between us
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And then she dropped her hairpin
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And I searched for so long at my feet.
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After all, it's you, you blew the crane's wings,
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He gave bouquets to a redhead and said "I love you."
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After all, it's you to the red and stone moon
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He squeezed all the freckles and gave them to me.
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And it was also so fragile this gold in the wind,
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And the boat sank in the eyes, taking away at that time,
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Where tomorrow is so tempting
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Where you do not remember lived,
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Where the lanky boy runs
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To a sweet golden girl.
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After all, it's you, you're as easy as two and two,
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He gave poetry to the redhead, gilding the words.
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After all, you are the redhead easily and in unison
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Whispered in a dream "Closer" and took away sleep.
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After all, it's you, you blew the crane's wings,
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He gave bouquets to a redhead and said "I love you."
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After all, it's you to the red and stone moon
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He squeezed all the freckles and gave them to me.
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After all, it's you, you, well, who asked you,
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He was a hero of books and carried them in his arms.
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After all, it's you who is red-haired, then a sinner, then a saint
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I burned everything to ashes to meet the golden one. |