| Sceneries far from the Sun
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| Far from the dust
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| Glide into dusk
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| Cobalt of Match
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| I see your eyes above the arch of your smile
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| Lost in this nighttime through the daze of its dark
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| I see your eyes lost in the queitness of March
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| In the striations of the cobalt of March
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| I see (that) this numb mourning dies
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| I see (that) this orchid was born to be taken away
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| I see your eyes above the arch of the sky
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| I see your eyes throughout the gaze of the night
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| I see your eyes closed, in the coldness of March
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| Lost in the glaciers of the cobalt of March
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| I see (that) this numb mourning dies
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| I see (that) this life
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| Was just meant to be taken away
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| Centuries under the Sun
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| Biting the dust
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| I fade away into September
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| My soul is gonna return
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| And it will be for just one time
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| To say that nothing truly dies
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| And I’ve seen (that) the world
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| Has stopped since that time
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| Singing lullabies to make us all forget
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| And that same world fell by its own fire
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| And I try to cope but still cannot forget |