| Along these gardens the breeze of May
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| Is drifting in the light
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| And all the pictures are holy and lost
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| Are burning in the sky
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| We’re on the border, on the wet edge
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| The sparkling of the cross
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| And I see your eyes so far from here
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| Flying in the purple dust
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| Spring is all around you
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| And calls your name softly in the wind
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| Burning when the day is dying
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| She kills the rays of a boundless sun
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| And falls after years of death
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| Eternally on your tears of joy
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| So feel, feel the hands of glory
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| That will lead you into a golden sea
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| I see the angels, they come from there
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| They’ve crossed the flaming curtain
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| Your glance is nervous but there’s no fear
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| You’re waiting for your crown
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| Spring is all around you
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| And calls your name softly in the wind
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| And falls after years of death
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| Eternally on your tears of joy
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| Starless is the evening door
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| I see your face, your face in the sun
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| And shine in this endless spring
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| Forever in the light
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| Burning when the day is dying
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| And kills the rays of a boundless sun
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| So feel, feel the hands of glory
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| That will lead you in a golden sea
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| And shine in this endless spring
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| Forever in the light
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| And shine in this endless spring
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| Forever in the light |