| The shadowplay moves high above my head
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| but the sun shines hot down the twinkling sand
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| its light covers ugly sights with rays
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| courteous sorrow locked the world outside
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| Come with me on a trip back in the mists of time
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| and join with me storys which should have been true
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| no later light has lightened up my heaven
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| no second morn has ever shone for me
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| «I never meant to cause you any harm.» |
| you said
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| a monument of all I’ve ever been
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| faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
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| after such years of change and suffering.
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| But the sky promises rain
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| I neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
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| for washing me cleaner than I have been
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| since I was born into this solitude
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| blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon.
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| and so the dark incraeses
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| today`s only seen clearly in tomorrow’s light.
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| today’s only seen clearly in tomorrow’s light
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| I despise you and your cowardice
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| I don’t deny to loathe
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| now I understand everything inbetween
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| youth is cruel, and has no remorse
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| smiles at situations which it cannot see
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| If only I could turn again to myself
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| If only I could feel this dullness to comfort me
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| when do I check the tears of useless passion
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| to wean my young soul from yearning after
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| this illusion?
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| So I send a kiss with my dying breath on the sighing winds of love
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| to fly to the place where life and death
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| and things who never met unite
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| the moon is on its sky — like a bloated yellow man
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| And the gods lay asleep in bed
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| while all of the world burns to ashes down |