| What calls you on the road
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| Collecting little by little
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| Years, miles, kilometers,
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| What carries and holds you
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| What looms, barely glimmers,
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| Pulls from the threshold, to eternity.
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| It's not yet light, it's not dawn,
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| blinded lanterns,
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| Days flash by in a window,
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| Like spots on the moon
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| Like spots on the moon.
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| What carries her around the world,
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| Who is this bird
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| As if the soul, forever doomed,
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| What brings her to you
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| And why does he find you
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| Like a dumb reproach, a black bird.
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| One for ever and ever
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| Fate is fleeting
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| Like this day
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| Like a moment with itself
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| Passes in front of you
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| Runs in front of you.
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| Fear fills the void
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| You will come in the darkness, you will stand alone on the bridge,
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| She flies, eclipsing the light,
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| And you are silent in response.
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| She is always completely calm.
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| She doesn't scream and doesn't rush out,
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| And if you ask her, she will fly away from the windowsill,
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| And won't even turn around
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| She's loaded with something from the inside
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| She looks deep into your aspiration
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| If you can look into her eyes, then look
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| If you want to forget her, then this is the time.
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| Winter on white is black,
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| Like a thought expressed
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| She tries to read you
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| Who are you? |
| Why are you here?
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| Who are you? |
| Why are you here?
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| Winter on white is black,
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| Like a thought expressed
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| She tries to read you
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| Who are you? |
| Why are you here?
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| Fear fills the void
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| You will come in the darkness, you will stand alone on the bridge,
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| She flies, eclipsing the light,
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| You are sleeping, you are not here. |