| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Our friends, they are departing
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| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Death gallows our dulcine’es
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| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Other flowers try the best they can
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| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Men lament while women wail
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| But what I would have dearly loved once more
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| To haul my bones towards the sun, towards summer
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| Towards spring, towards tomorrow
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| But what I have dearly loved once more
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| To see if the river is still the river
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| To see if the port is still the port
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| To see me there still
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| But why me? |
| Why already? |
| Why now? |
| Where to go?
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| I’m coming
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| Of course I’m coming
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| Have I ever done anything but be coming?
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| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Each time all solitary
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| From chrysanthemums to chrysanthemums
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| Each time super numerary
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| But what I would have dearly loved once more
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| To take love like one takes the train to be more alone
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| To be elsewhere. |
| to be content.
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| But what I would have dearly loved once more
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| To fill a trembling body with stars
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| And fall down dead consumed with passion
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| My heart in ashes
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| It’s not you who is early
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| It’s now me… It's now me who is late
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| I’m coming
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| Of course I’m coming
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| Have I ever done anything… anything but be coming?
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming
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| I’m coming |