| [All hopes fall like autumn rain
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| In endless nights
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| Sorrow, wrath and consolation
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| Are flickering candles in the dark]
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| I can change the course of things
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| Like swans floating
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| On the water
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| Or slowly rising in the sky
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| [Loss, doubt and certainty
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| Cannot be measured here on earth]
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| I can change the course of things
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| Like the shadows of the clouds
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| On the surface of the lake
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| Changing all the time
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| We walk in dust
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| But we find music in desolation
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| We walk in darkness
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| But something shines in our tears
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| Our steps they reach
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| Steps they reach immortal spheres
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| Our thoughts
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| Are stars for lost men
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| [Now, I can see how the seasons
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| Coming to an end
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| The illusions like silent stones
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| Beaten by the rain
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| Mark the pathway of men]
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| [A tragic journey
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| Where winter follows winter
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| In the barren fields
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| Death follows death
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| In the incessant comedy of time]
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| There are herons
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| Where the children play
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| There are herons
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| Where we hide our dreams
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| We hide snowflakes
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| And the waiting of spring
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| There are herons
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| Where we hide our hopes
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| [Where winter follows winter
|
| In the barren fields
|
| Death follows death
|
| In the incessant comedy of time]
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| There are herons
|
| Where the children play
|
| There are herons
|
| Where we hide our dreams
|
| We hide snowflakes
|
| And the waiting of spring
|
| There are herons
|
| Where we hide our hopes
|
| [Where winter follows winter
|
| In the barren fields
|
| Death follows death
|
| In the incessant Comedy of Time]
|
| There are herons
|
| Where the children play
|
| There are herons
|
| Where we hide our dreams
|
| We hide snowflakes
|
| And the waiting of spring
|
| There are herons
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| Where we hide our hopes |