There, from a height you look like we
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We are losing you here on Earth.
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Like a white mold of a sheet
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We remember your silhouette.
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The old house slouches its shoulders,
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Autumn is graying outside the window,
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Whine sadness under the ceiling
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I am a lonely moth
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Among the orbits, among the planets
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Looking for a familiar silhouette
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And the void screams after me
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That there is no point, there is no road.
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There, from above you will see
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How on earth I miss here.
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As in unrequited silence
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I'm already flying with a passing flock.
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Among the orbits, among the planets
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I'm looking for your smile, the light
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And the void screams after me
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That there is no happiness and no meaning.
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And there is no will, and there is no faith,
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And step by step the parquet was erased,
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And only the grass where your trace was,
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But I'm flying to you in the light.
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Among the orbits, among the planets
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I'm looking for your smile, the light
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And the void screams after me
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That there is no happiness and no meaning.
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And there is no will, and there is no faith,
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And step by step the parquet was erased,
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And only the grass where your trace was,
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But I'm flying to you in the light. |