| Cantus Christi vow
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| As today I say farewell to you
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| I can see me now
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| From a height, as if I were you
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| I turn to Zenith now
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| All there is, is the scent of you
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| I can see me now
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| As today I say farewell to you
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| There is always, however, a small gap
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| Between the sea and the sky
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| Where I retreat to take a break
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| From those monotonic chants clocking our passing time
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| There behind a crowd of clouds bathed in Sun
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| I behold these pictures to you
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| And that’s how it goes
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| A song always comes to an end
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| Then a few more bits of silence
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| In a composition of stagnant water and seagulls sad
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| I bring your laughter back to light
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| And your life, which you always felt as stolen?
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| Has (always) been there instead
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| Just afraid of blooming, of us |