| I await the morning wander
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| And I’m all lost in the world
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| Of echoed situations and cursory illusions
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| Surrounded by forever but I don’t have any time
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| Left to wander in amusement
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| Left to write «My breath is dying»
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| Well I love you, little darling
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| And I love you 'till I die
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| Like sundown in the valley
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| Or the stars alone at night
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| Through empty bottle alleys
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| You come shining like the sun
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| And with your golden fingers
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| You saved me from drowning
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| Well I love you, little darling
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| And I love you 'till I die
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| Like sundown in the valley
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| Or the stars alone at night
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| Well life goes on around me
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| Days of writing on the dawn
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| To infuse the world with words
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| It’s just your way of talking
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| Well I love you, little darling
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| And I love you 'till I die
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| Like sundown in the valley
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| Or the stars alone at night
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| Well I love you, little darling
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| And I love you 'till I die
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| Like sundown in the valley
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| Or the stars alone at night |