| On my naked back
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| A dance of the nocturnal sun
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| The tall grass crawls around me
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| In adoration bowing
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| Can I find you in your dark?
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| Can you find me in your heart?
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| There’s a fallen statue in the wilderness
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| It has found its way to your dreams
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| Haunting the waking hours
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| In nights' color with eyes like rain
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| The shades beseech you
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| My love increases you
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| And summer freezes you into me
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| The cold fire suits you
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| A pale tortured blue blistering through
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| A lifeless lover was the high mountains
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| Where we tried to reach the stars
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| The moon, the ways beyond
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| It was the purest love of all
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| It was the purest love of all
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| I will raise a statue in the wilderness
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| It will find its way to your dreams
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| This will haunt you forever
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| In nights' color with eyes like rain
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| Yet I collect the stars you wept
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| Keeping them as my own
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| To be lost in your eyes
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| For all the sadness that we kept
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| And I fail to realize it’s you
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| The cold fire suits you
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| A pale tortured blue blistering through
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| When there’s peace within myself
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| And everything else
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| A pale tortured blue blistering through |