| I’ve been looking through these eyes
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| Of black and white for far too long
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| And now these deepen colors seem so shocking
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| Bless the cool cold moon
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| That moves the seas that makes the waves
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| That made this scene for me to see, be moved
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| Will my life be long enough
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| To see the things I want to see?
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| I believe this world is just too big for me
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| Every cloud that passes by is another cloud I’ll never see
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| Maybe I just try to hard to understand all of these thing
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| Bless the hands of painters oh
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| Who have captured melon skies
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| Starry nights for us to see and feel
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| For all of time
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| Will my life be long enough
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| To see the things I want to see?
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| I believe this world is just too big for me
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| This time it’s just a blink of an eye
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| A glimpse into the world we were never meant to see
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| So don’t hang on to anything at all
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| And all the things we have
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| And all the people we have known
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| Will fade away so quickly
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| Into the deep
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| And memories of love
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| Will be the only warmth we have in the end |