| As the grand clock sounds the bell
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| For another day’s evanescence
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| And the music box rings out
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| It is time to dream again
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| In the search of an escape
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| From this everlasting night
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| The melody’s the only thing
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| To calm down my restless mind
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| This abstract, endless grace
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| Everlasting wonders welcome me
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| With a loving embrace
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| Will they fade as I dare to kiss the dawn?
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| This world gets blurred by an ancient lullaby
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| Guides me back to the cradle of all
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| A lovely tune creates a dream itself
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| Within I descend to the place I truly belong
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| Dreams are made of painted scenes
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| Which can only be seen by my heart
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| Full of colours and high hopes
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| Hidden for the open eyes
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| An eternal entity
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| Between two worlds is what I am
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| Not enough for flesh and blood
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| Just more than a brief fantasy
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| This world gets blurred by an ancient lullaby
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| Guides me back to the cradle of all
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| A lovely tune creates a dream itself
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| Within I descend to the place I truly belong
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| This world gets blurred by an ancient lullaby
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| Guides me back to the cradle of all
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| A lovely tune creates a dream itself
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| Within I descend to the place I truly belong |