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The ace of hearts here that is in the end |
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I see the sky by eyes who has been killed |
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And all these stars a wave of someone's hand |
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Scattered in whirlpools of fields |
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They are so close it seems a hand to stretch |
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Water is black and cold the sleeves are white |
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Heavenly wanderer will point the only way |
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Will tell me true words from another side |
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Don't I sink like swimmer losing ways |
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In the ocean of these senseless days |
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It seems to me that someone spoke but when |
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Something wicked this comes again |
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The whitish ligature of misty sadness spreads |
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Melancholy will spill the ice of lake |
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I can't forget the honey of rye breads |
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And salty sorrow of your easter cake |
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And once again at last to hear "stay" |
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Before I force landscapes to disappear |
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Heavenly wanderer will point the lonely way |
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So do not cry I'm coming sky is near |
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Somewhere in the clouds the dust witch |
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Your trace is lost |
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Lightning stomps the sparks from hot earth |
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Creeps for the host |
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Don't I sink like swimmer losing ways |
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In the ocean of these senseless days |
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It seems to me that someone spoke but when |
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Something wicked this comes again |
