| She sits by the window, stares into the night
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| Just waiting for a foreign sound from the outside
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| Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call
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| To take her homewards to herself
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| Oh, I love you so
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| He who’s master of the icy shots won’t harm you in the morning
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| She knows that the pavement’s hard
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| There between the stars
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| To travel on to Martian-Homesick-City
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| She is weeping silently, but there‚s not a tear
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| Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling
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| The dance of the foraging bee will number all the things
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| She has been longing for since she was young
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| «I will not pass this night in vain», she says
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| «I'll stand this kind of rain
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| I’ll break the glass, I’ll find the path»
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| Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars
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| Back where the red, cold sun
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| Is sinking to the Channels of A’DAAR
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| Day breaks through the grating
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| Someone moves a chair
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| And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass
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| Take a pill and greet the day
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| For sedative holidays
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| Why aren’t you sleeping at night?
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| Oh, I love you so
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| He who’s master of the icy shots won’t harm you 'til the evening
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| We shall meet tomorrow night
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| And I’ll kiss you just as tenderly
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| As CYGNUS kissed the deserts
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| We shall meet tomorrow night
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| And I’ll kiss you just as tenderly
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| As CYGNUS kissed the deserts |