| I can no longer hear crickets, it's sad
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| But it is an affordable shortage
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| The cricket's song is not an irreplaceable song, but still I remember once
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| That was when it was a spring, I was barely 17 years old
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| And of course he was my young Casanova
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| He said warmly and tenderly
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| What? |
| I forgot
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| But it was something he promised '
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| Eternal love, yes I think that was something he swore
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| I was the dragon's prisoner, he was the prince of fairy tales
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| Like waking up just now, out of the prince's kiss
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| I looked him in the eyes and crickets sang their serenade
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| I remember being happy, but that's also almost all I remember
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| One day it can happen, it can happen pretty soon
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| Technically, everything goes with such speed
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| That we huddle together in a nook on our earth
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| Someone is looking for words
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| That was when there was a world, it was not worth much
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| But it was our home, and crickets sang in the evening
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| Spring came in green, everything was quite nice
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| At least in some places
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| Now the sun has been obscured, in Aniara's ice blue space
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| And we doubt that good gods exist
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| But I remember once, crickets sang their song
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| For those who had an ear to hear
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| Love, faith and hope - yes, something we then invented
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| But that's almost all I remember |