The sound that was suddenly born subsides,
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And again trembles in confusion,
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And again in the plexus of the shadow
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Our hands and hearts beat.
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And a candle burns, and in the night a fistula,
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Blows out everything in the world
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Old wind, the moon is shining
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A candle burns in two beams.
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Chorus:
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And this night, and this night
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We will throw a wondrous bridge across the sky
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From the depths of the lake and summer thunderstorms.
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And we will weave into it both laughter and silence,
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And we'll stretch to the moon and beyond the moon,
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To the very stars the magic bridge
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From our dreams, to the very stars.
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The right beam is yours, the left beam is mine.
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Right - rocks, left - sea,
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In the eternal dispute, both are two.
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Rain mushroom oblique wall.
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Beckoning behind me, two beams ringing
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In the round dance of days they are spinning,
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And they laugh and lie down
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Two beams on two shoulders.
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Chorus:
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And this night, and this night
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We will throw a wondrous bridge across the sky
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From the depths of the lake and summer thunderstorms.
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And we will weave into it both laughter and silence,
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And we'll stretch to the moon and beyond the moon,
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To the very stars the magic bridge
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From our dreams, to the very stars.
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The right beam is yours, the left beam is mine. |