| One day, when the fires eat the lands
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| And the widows start to dance
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| Then it shows all the beauty
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| In just one day
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| Why is it ever too late and why, is it ever
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| Why is it ever too late and why, is it ever
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| Too late
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| See the beauty of the world
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| For a second just a glance
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| One day when the fire roses dance
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| One day when I am crying for this song
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| Now it’s written to the end
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| I could save all their children
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| In just one day
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| Why is it ever too late
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| And why is it ever too late
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| See the beauty of the world
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| In a clear vermilion sky
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| One day feels like indian summer
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| Lose the beauty of the world
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| So in common with the dying
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| One day
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| When the flame of innocence
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| Lets the fire roses dance
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| Missa ignis, missa ultoris
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| Missa presteris et saltatus
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| See the beauty of the world
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| In a clear vermilion sky
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| One day, one day
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| Plant the trees to cut them down
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| Burn my city to the ground
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| Count seconds — steal the time
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| Waste your words to build a rhyme
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| For all holes in me to fill
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| I need the newborn lives to…
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| Pray my true amens
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| After fire roses dance |