| Radiant like sunshine
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| She came all dressed in white
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| Distant gaze and a necklace made of stone
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| So different from the dark night
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| Laying on the riverside
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| Standing there, calm and deadly cold
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| A sudden energy pulses to the sound of drums
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| And shadows dancing in the solar tone of love
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| Like a night that falls in love
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| With the brightness of the stars
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| Revealing carved secrets from their souls
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| It never goes down, so she begs for the dawn
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| Feeling her tired hands getting numb
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| Over the hills, far away from her domains
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| She hears the calling song
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| «Oh, solar night painting our skies
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| With a different kind of blue
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| If every night is a blue night
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| And I pulse in order to find you
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| Bring back that night again»
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| I’m calling you, hear me calling
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| I’m waiting for my rising sun
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| There comes the night capturing all the lights
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| That she keeps as a secret in vain
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| She buries in earth and she jumps to beyond
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| In silent joyful pain
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| I’m falling — Dancing lights in the dark
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| I’m calling — Voiceless songs of the stars |