| Moved by the wind, in through the world
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| Clouds, like a voice that we all recognize
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| Carry the holding future
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| Moon, on the sky as a trembling heart
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| Shown on the glass unsteadily
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| Stars, shedding tears in an overflowing stream
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| I see the night all around me
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| Suteki da ne
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| Being together, all alone walking hand in hand
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| And I want to go to your city
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| To your home, into your arms
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| That soul
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| Inside your body
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| From those conflicted nights
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| As from my dreams
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| Wind died away, and I feel all the words
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| Led by a gentle illusion
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| Clouds are the future that cannot be attained
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| Told from impossible distance
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| The moon filled with night as it flowed through your heart
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| Such faraway reflections
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| Stars, ripe like tears, like fruit falls from a tree
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| I wipe my dreams off the nighttime
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| Suteki da ne
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| Being together, all alone walking hand in hand
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| And I want to go to your city
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| To your home, into your arms
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| To feel your face
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| The touch of memory
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| And now that I awake
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| As from a dream |