| Sun’s going down and like tiny dewdrops
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| Daylight fades
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| Memories slip away, like clouds in the sky
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| Towards the horizon
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| We are moored like boats, floating and waiting
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| Rain after rain
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| We never hear it coming
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| The silent cold winter
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| Taking away the flowers from our gardens
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| We never see him pass
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| The aged blind man
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| Who touches our hearts turning them into stone
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| We look for a chance
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| In the cycle of seasons
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| We look for a chance
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| In the visions of dreamers
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| We look for a chance
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| In the cycle of season
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| We’ll find a way in deep space
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| Between the stars
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| We’ll find a way over the clouds
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| Hiding the stars
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| There is a place in our soul
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| Where time can’t reach us
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| Where sorrow can’t enter where nothing
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| Can’t affect us
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| Where the songs of birds are like a river
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| Flowing to infinity |