| The dawn is touching many sleeping windows
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| With its fingers burning coldly in the mist
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| The sea it runs restless
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| With its seary nerves a walking
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| And it dreams of ages long ago, have been disturbed
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| I’m standing in the shadow of the eastward searching sky
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| And I’m searching for the peace that I have lost
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| And the soul of me is screaming
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| With the gamuts and the goads
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| With he’s hopeless, for I know that I am lost
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| For you are far away across the swirling plain that is
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| before me
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| A year ago I said goodbye
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| You wondered of the dryness of my eyes
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| As you are quickly, through the ripple, wrinkled sand
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| Out of my life, like it never understands and why
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| It never turned toward a rest, goodbye
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| You can see the place where once we walked with heads
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| together talking
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| And our faded shrinking footprints left to sigh
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| That we were no sun or others
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| The walls are down between us
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| And we thought as one
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| The moon was shining in our eyes
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| A thousand words that we would not have time too say
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| And all the thoughts that I had never thought before
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| And you once whispered
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| 'This is one for everything that happens'
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| And the things we said were ancient and unknowing
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| And our hands are always touching
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| Though it just was not enough, … to only see you
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| And the sun has thrown the world in spinning circles
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| Once again the dawn is bridging night and day
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| And I stare at the new horizons
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| While it shimmers in the distance
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| With the tears in my eyes
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| Raise the sun too strong is shining
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| All the clouds in silence of the moon
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| The sky is drawn in beauty
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| Another dawn and new beginning
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| Suddenly I know that it is over
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| And the sorrow washes through me
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| Touching all my dreams of chorus
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| And I know its only passing
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| For the hurt begins to fade
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| In that instant, I can see creation
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| And the single beam of sunlight
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| And I thank you for the lesson that I’m learning
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| For you gave me my first love
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| Not as surely it was precious dear
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| I thank you from the bottom of my broken heart … |