| Life is empty, can´t remember anytime before
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| On a plain lit cold December, see it evermore
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| Gliding through this life, and another is a child
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| And we´re doing games, and losing things
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| Always playing gigs
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| Somewhere in the sky, where the moon the stars shine bright
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| Where the sun is shining, in the night
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| I am in disgrace, yet i see a smiling face
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| And i hope you let me, share your place
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| I don´t live today
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| Rain in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Sun in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Rain in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Sun in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Rain in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Sun in the sky, make the world fly
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| Into time, beg me your time
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| Well, I lived in magic solitude
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| Of cloudy-looking mountains
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| And a lake made out of crystal raindrops …
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| Roaming through Space tenthousand years ago
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| I´ve seen the giant city of Atlantis
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| Sinking to eternal waves of darkness …
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| Somewhere in the blue distance
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| Are those long-forgotten trees of yore
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| A broken violin floating alone in December
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| Darkness everywhere and nothing more
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| Symbol — strange Symbol — Melancholy
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| Painting torrid colors to a sky of green
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| Candle breathing one night only
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| Far away — in chillness — bleak — unseen …
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| Drifting galley — ghostlike shadow
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| Sails rigged to catch and kill the Time…
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| Echoes wandering down an endless meadow
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| To call the Thing … Sublime … |