| Walking through the blessed gardens of light
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| I am searching for the one
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| The flower so fresh, perfect and bright
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| The one that’s forever young
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| Under rain of her tears it was growing so high
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| As if she never stopped crying
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| Drinking blood of her heart makes immortal, but why
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| Did I break it? |
| Why?
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| Like an old little leaf in its hopeless dream
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| Can’t forget its bygone beauty, dance on the wind
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| I can wait all my life to be taken away with flow
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| Autumn shrouded by rain turns to cold winter snow
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| When the birds fly away I’m still left here alone
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| I still search for my own land where flowers grow
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| Years have passed, gone with wind
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| Taking the flowers' smell
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| Wind has been whispering words, the songs of white birds
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| Leave me, forgive, farewell
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| In the night bright half moon rise to shine on the sky
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| Look where falling star fly
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| I will travel to there, I must follow the sign
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| And maybe some day I’ll find it
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| Like an old little leaf in its hopeless dream
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| Can’t forget its bygone beauty, dance on the wind
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| I can wait all my life to be taken away with flow
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| Autumn shrouded by rain turns to cold winter snow
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| When the birds fly away I’m still left here alone
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| I still search for my own land where flowers grow |