| Ask me to draw you one million suns
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| Why your eyes remind me of the rain it comes?
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| It is that sky that folds you
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| It is his strength
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| It is that promise I gave you
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| Forever hold your hand.
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| Feathers die as crow shot down
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| But the soul remains
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| My dreams are made to pass away
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| As on morals' happyness I seize.
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| Death star let me blast with you up there
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| Let me touch at least your breath
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| Let me be your flaming rear
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| Let me fold our end.
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| Is for the dusk your life always lies with
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| It is the life it self that ruins your delicate dream.
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| Enough, enough, …
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| I played with life
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| She played with me |