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The fleeting beauty of the days gone by |
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The longing thrill of a child soul, dreamer eyes |
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The chances I found all along the way, |
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The doors are now closed, forevermore |
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Only a path leads to eternal bliss... |
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Fading, fading, fading, fading... |
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Too frail for the fate I have pursued |
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Running back and forward and so forth |
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As always the mirror reflects infinite things |
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As infinite are the paths to long for |
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Now there's just one what I get to see |
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Missing everything I couldn't find |
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Once I hold the key, and once again |
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It's gone |
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For the cold white snowflakes |
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Falling through the winter yearnings |
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Autumn hopes dancing as if fading |
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everywhere I run |
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(I'll) keep the promise never done to you |
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For the night we never had I cry |
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A thousand poems I didn't write |
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For you, my one, my lorn |
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Swimming in an ocean of stars... |
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forward, back and so forth |
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And hanging like the tear you never drop |
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From the sky of my dreams to the pain of the memories (never born) |
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The perpetual storm surrounding everything |
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Raging the waves and waving the sea |
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Thunderstorm of peace, sweetest peace |
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Undone |
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Autumn hopes dancing as fading... |
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Fading, fading, fading, fading... |
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For the cold white snowflakes |
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Falling through the winter yearnings |
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Autumn hopes dancing as if fading |
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everywhere I run |
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(I'll) keep the promise never done to you |
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For the night we never had I cry |
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A thousand poems I didn't write |
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For you, my one, my lorn |
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(I) Did never find the will to rhyme |
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the silence and the rose |
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And have beauty covering all the way back to you, |
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my gone beloved... |
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Time has passed through dark veils and shining paths |
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Since these pains weren't back to sadden me |
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Fall from many graces, the lament of my broken illusions, |
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(Whishing upon a star... let me give you the last line...) |
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Music... save me... |
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Grant the twilight a sigh of despair |
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A forgotten smile and drop a tear |
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For once we had the chance |
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To make it real |
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I feel cold this winter empty of you |
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Dreaming the embrace I didn't find |
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My last words...My farewell. |
