| Clouds in the sky of the new earth
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| Canvas from end to end.
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| Sometimes ships are icebreaking propeller
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| They swim up to her.
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| By the snow-covered valleys
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| There are no dreams, no sorrows;
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| Where I was born - there they waited,
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| Right on the edge of the Big Earth!
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| Chorus:
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| And the girl wants happiness, wants to dance -
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| Take a closer look at this world!
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| Have there been many romances in this world?
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| And the thoughts in my head have long been erased to holes;
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| Long ago worn down to holes;
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| Long worn to holes!
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| Check the winds of unreal people
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| In the world of the snow kingdom.
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| From morning to morning, either night or day
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| over a vast space.
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| No dreams, no sadness -
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| Just at the very beginning
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| People suspected
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| That draw the line of fate...
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| Chorus:
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| And the girl wants happiness, wants to dance -
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| Take a closer look at this world!
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| Have there been many romances in this world?
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| And the thoughts in my head have been wiped out for a long time.
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| Something latent, momentary
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| It is always born in the sky.
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| The imaginary asks, I want a lot
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| — isn't that true?
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| It will only be fulfilled... When? |
| When?
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| It will only come true, it will come true... When?
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| Chorus:
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| And the girl wants happiness, wants to dance -
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| Take a closer look at this world!
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| Have there been many romances in this world?
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| And the thoughts in my head have long been erased to holes;
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| I want happiness, I want to dance;
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| Long worn to holes!
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| I want happiness, I want to dance;
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| Long worn to holes!
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| I want happiness, I want to dance;
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| Long worn to holes!
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| I want happiness, I want to dance;
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| Long worn to holes!
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| April, 2016. |