Among the trees bent at midnight
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Among the bright specters of evil darkness
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Something is changing in our power
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Someone is moving with our step
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When you walk like this in a hazy robe
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And the wind tugs it and blows it away
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Don't be afraid, you don't go alone
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All the trees walk with you
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Earth like an echo of days gone by playing in the forest
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And our shadows hang auroras among dead trunks
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My angel is strangely silvery in a rainbow-colored feather
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Above me mountains, city towers
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Above me…
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Blue wide windows
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And bright streaks from the lamps
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And your character, bright character
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I know you like this, I know you like this
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Blue wide windows
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And bright streaks from the lamps
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And your character is a bright figure
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I know you like this, I know you like this
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My dear it's late
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Yellow dandelions bend down
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Shadow flows into the valleys
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Quiet old age
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It's late it's late it's late
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My dear, it's hard to get up out of love
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And even harder than bad news
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When they look at us in the dark new moon
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Colder the colder you are afraid
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There is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to be afraid of
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That's just the moon goes silver scarves to wash
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And only still grass, grass among the stones
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You know? |
- people people are big children
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Blue wide windows
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And bright streaks from the lamps
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And your character is a bright figure
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I know you like this, I know you like this
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Blue wide windows
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And bright streaks from the lamps
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And your character is a bright figure
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I know you like this, I know you like this |