| He prepares a roll of the morning
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| It's a day before he is
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| There is a relentless beating of war drums
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| They bully even though he is already used to it
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| He always wishes everyone good, even if he himself is shattered
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| When a girl is persecuted by evil
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| He knows the way to the spare world
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| He gets tired of the noise of war drums
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| He wants to reach out to them
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| He looks at the sky, knows that it is time to rise again for a very long time
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| to the flight
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| Spring has come into space again, when the moon is green
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| He in his mind instantly occupies it
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| When the evening turns blue, if someone says it’s a big step for him, but small
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| to human life
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| The girl could very well tell this if you have already seen the spring of space
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| Spring has come into space again
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| And there the birds are already chirping
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| And the bangs of the war drum remained on the earth
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| On their way, they froze into the atmosphere
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| And the country looks more beautiful then
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| When you look at it from afar
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| Yes, for the rest of the year live
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| After seeing space spring
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| When someone walks towards a girl
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| So the girl apologizes
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| He thinks everyone is staring at him
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| He hears voices on behalf of others
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| He hopes everyone is doing well
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| And is itself so sensitive that it rings
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| Spring has come into space again
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| When its even green
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| He in his mind instantly occupies it
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| When the evening turns blue, if someone says it’s a big step for him, but small
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| to human life
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| The girl could very well tell this if you have already seen the spring of space
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| Spring has come into space again
|
| And there the birds are already chirping
|
| And the bangs of the war drum remained on the earth
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| On their way, they froze into the atmosphere
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| And the country looks more beautiful then
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| When you look at it from afar
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| Yes, for the rest of the year live
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| After seeing space spring |