| Sometimes in the blue room / another dream fades away /
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| Velvet as the moon / she lays down and resting stays /
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| So she’s seeing / the shadow of life /
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| Falls over the bright light / and so on /
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| She’s breathing the air / surrounding celestial stairs /
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| And in the bright light / shine all the sparkles in flight /
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| Hold me tight / just cross the line /
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| Words capture silently / all this time /
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| Reminds me now / of islands rising silently /
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| Desert zones / and western domes /
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| Footsteps sound so lonely / Travelling into dreams /
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| Passing season gloved in grey / the feeble dying beam /
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| Its pain without ecstasy / so, now /
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| The contact is lost / nothing but a sense of fear /
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| And tonight / the ocean is quiet /
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| It’s waters forever dead / and so tell me /
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| Why reason and lives / are lost inside unveiled desires /
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| And it’s too late / too late to return /
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| From that golden exotic place / Screaming at last /
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| And looking around / all my life lost in /
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| A bridge filled with night. |