Your troubled nightingale who sings in my bosom
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He has no need anymore, he was silent
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Her heart is tired in the shadow of the frozen
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He bent his neck and stopped abruptly.
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If I take it to all kinds of vineyards
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To untouched roses
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If you breathe on it
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If he could reach his hope again
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Sometimes one cannot lower the fire of the heart
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Sometimes it rises, heartily overtakes my breath
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If you find it, tell me, why is this flame all over me?
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This too shall pass, but it has all passed
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How many times did your fire go out
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The secrets hidden at the bottom of the chests
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I neither forgive nor forget, I kept silent
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Lonely boy waiting with me in my pain
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I reached out and took his broken hand
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If I take it to all kinds of vineyards and untouched roses
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If I breathe on you and whisper in your ear, 'Hang on'
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Sometimes one cannot lower the fire of the heart
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Sometimes it rises, heartily overtakes my breath
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If you find it, tell me, why is this flame all over me?
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This too shall pass, but it has all passed
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How many times did your fire go out
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Sometimes one cannot lower the fire of the heart
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Sometimes it rises, heartily overtakes my breath
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If you find it, tell me, why is this flame all over me?
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This too shall pass, but it has all passed
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How many times did your fire go out
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If you find it, tell me, why is this flame all over me?
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This too shall pass, but it has all passed |