| Watching those flowers burning out tonight
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| Screams and soft lovers, memories of a fight.
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| Slowly the clouds are fading into a cage,
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| While from my hands is falling another page…
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| Dreams and lost days are burning in the past,
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| Velvet black rays are drifting now so fast,
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| And in the great light I cannot see no more
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| Where is the right side, where is the golden door.
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| Mornings and colors are playing out of here,
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| Because I don’t remember the memories of fear,
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| The aura of the moondawn is loosing her contours,
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| Sweet angels of heaven are missing their return.
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| Echoes of whispers so similar to paint,
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| Distant, so distant, like diamonds in the rain,
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| And if for a moment there lights are on your lips,
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| I know, there’s no answer, but a wonderful eclipse. |