| There are stacks of leaves
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| Left in my small hall
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| On the path of sweeping days
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| The line of life curved obliquely
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| You're left with a glow in the room
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| Strange feeling perpetual motion
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| It starts to show on top
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| That you left and I stayed
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| My soul is speechless
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| When I have such a bad time
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| Never miss a mee
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| It keeps getting deeper
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| Yesterday the stars saw it
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| Now they are going to go out too
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| And sometimes the road ends somewhere
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| Has kept colder
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| When you made a hole in the wall of my soul
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| Below is the motorbike path
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| Shards inside the grind
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| You stoned my heart out the window
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| Where I was yesterday
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| To whom I boiled in the morning
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| Did the night end in the rain
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| The memory draws lines in the water
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| You left me a long night ahead
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| I hit my war ax into the rock
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| There was never a war
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| You just asked if the land would be divided
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| Silence camps to change
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| The night shines with its novelty
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| Myself I day and night
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| Intact I customized
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| When I don't have you oo
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| That's how my blood stands
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| And sometimes the road ends somewhere
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| Has kept colder
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| When you made a hole in the wall of my soul
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| Below is the motorbike path
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| Shards inside the grind
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| You stoned my heart out the window
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| My ship is sailing in the open
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| I loaded the load to the bow
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| The heart is leaking and the soul is sifting
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| The rest of the world is taken away by the winds
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| They take it and swallow it
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| Here dies of longing
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| It is a disease for which I had a poor prognosis
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| The winds of the rest of the world take… |