Here they are, here we are
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And not so high years and leaves fly by.
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Leaves and years together, the sun is proudly at its zenith, raise your gaze higher.
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Look and listen to what sort of noises are these days.
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The fast train sharpens the rails quickly.
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Boeing howls faster across the sky, ghost ship slower
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Floats and, sometimes, most of all
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I would like to hear “hello” instead of long beeps.
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Someone on the other end "well", but there is no signal or the network is not caught.
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Hope it can fix itself later.
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How unnatural the world looks here.
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The color has disappeared somewhere, where is the contrast and where is the sharpness?
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It seems that all the gray series have already been erased from the cassettes.
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But then the mirror in the heart settled with someone's image.
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The ghost observes silent scenes.
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Very often he sees these common scenes,
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How singles drip with hope in the mail,
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But no, it's empty again, there are no letters for them.
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Again, no commas, no colons, no periods.
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Past only a fast train is fast, a ghost is slow.
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Singles are dripping in the mail with hope.
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But no, it's empty again, there are no letters for them.
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Again, no commas, no colons, no periods.
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Past only a fast train is fast, a ghost is slow.
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chorus 2 times:
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Here they are, here we are
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And not so high years and leaves fly by.
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Leaves and years together, the sun is proudly at its zenith, raise your gaze higher.
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Look and listen to what sort of noises are these days.
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On a rainy day, we will play with you.
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Where the lazy world will be cut from above with drops.
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Speak silently, listen loudly to the rain.
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And the peals of thunder are instant patterns of lightning.
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A city rhymed with gray threads,
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Crossroads, slightly changing tone.
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Feelings in the dance will become a little thinner.
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Let's color love with you, plus this light motive.
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Do not speak, you see, the sky is on fire with a rainbow.
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It is unique, because, like life, it will go to repetition.
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Secret? |
No. |
Vaughn will soon melt in the sky
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Another uninhabited planet.
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And maybe we'll run barefoot later.
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With you, we will forget everything that is lumpy in the throat.
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On a rainy day, we will play with you.
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Speak silently, listen loudly to the rain. |