| You have many houses, one for every season
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| Mountains in your windows, violets in your hands
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| Through your English meadows your blue-eyed horses wander
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| You’re in Colorado for the Spring
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| When the Winter finds you, you fly to where it’s summer
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| Rooms that face the ocean, moonlight on your bed
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| Mermaids swift as dolphins paint the air with diamonds
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| You are like a seagull as you said
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| Why do you fly bright feathered sometimes in my dreams?
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| The shadows of your wings fall over my face
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| I can feel no air, I can find no peace
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| Brides in black ribbons, witches in white
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| Fly in through windows, fly out through the night
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| Why do I think I’m dying sometimes in my dreams
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| I see myself a child running through the trees
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| Searching for myself, looking for my life
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| Looking everywhere crawling on my knees
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| I cannot see the leaves, I cannot see the light
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| Then I see you walking just beyond the forest
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| Walking very quickly, walking by yourself
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| Your shoes are silver, your coat is made of velvet
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| Your eyes are shining, your voice is sweet and clear
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| «Come on» you say «come with me, I’m going to the castle»
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| All the bells are ringing, the weddings have begun
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| But I can only stand here-I cannot move to follow
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| I’m burning in the shadows and freezing in the sun
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| There are people with you living in your houses
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| People from your childhood who remember how you were
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| You were always flying, nightingale of sorry
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| Singing bird with rainbows on your wings |