| When we look at our days
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| We see so many empty drawers
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| We walk as wandering gypsies
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| Beneath a low dark sky
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| The debris of life surrounds us
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| Like floating silent swans
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| Welcome welcome
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| To the changing world
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| A world without magic
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| Without choice
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| I don’t see Hecate
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| To show us the way
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| I don’t see Terpsichore’s dance
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| On the sloping timeline
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| Faded colours around me
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| From the rains of time
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| Fall and turn into drops
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| Fall and turn into days
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| Passing without sense
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds
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| Welcome to the new world
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| Where everyone hides in themselves
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| Where nothing makes sense anymore
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| And all colours fade away
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| Here all dreams fall and vanish
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| So easily like autumnal rain
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| I don’t see Hecate
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| To show us the way
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| I don’t see Terpsichore’s dance
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| On the sloping timeline
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| Here a lonely God reigns
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| Hidden and far away
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| Faded colours around me
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| From the rains of time
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| Fall and turn into drops
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| Fall and turn into days
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds
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| I wish to see the sun rising in the sky
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| I wish to see the sky sparkling with diamonds |