| I’m walking over the plains
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| Alone with my sorrow
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| I want to bury it where you lie
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| My imprisoned sun, caught in stone
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| Now my friend the moon
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| Covers the earth with hies green coat
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| I can only see one side of you
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| Where is the other one?
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| Every time I run around this rock
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| I realise that you’re only an image
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| A painting with a false gleam
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| My imprisoned sun, caught in stone
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| I asked the one who sits next to you
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| But he’s got no mouth, only an eye
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| That is staring on me hopefully
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| I thinks this man, he is crying blood
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| No other man around, no tree, no bush
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| No water to clean his wounds
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| I don’t even feel a breeze
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| That helps me breathing
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| During this cold night |