| In a strange dance
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| slow light,
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| Curtsy for thousands of years.
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| On white steps to the sun
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| Leaving, walked, traces,
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| On the way, you drowned in the moonlit sea.
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| A slow voice softly calls
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| Light foggy smoke floats,
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| The web-mud winds,
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| The sand became wet silk.
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| You fell asleep in the lunar world
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| There are no roads back.
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| To the question of ice water
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| Where are you, where are you
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she.
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| In sheets of ice water
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| Seeing dreams, seeing dreams
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she.
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| The soul became soft foam,
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| Early in the morning, barely breathing
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| Sailed to the shore of the moon,
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| to hear from afar
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| How the strings of the sun play
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| In memory of you.
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| To the question of ice water
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| Where are you, where are you
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she.
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| In sheets of ice water
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| Seeing dreams, seeing dreams
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she.
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| To the question of ice water
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| Where are you, where are you
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she.
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| In sheets of ice water
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| Seeing dreams, seeing dreams
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| The water itself answered
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| Where is she, where is she. |