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Blue and green are melting down in a seed |
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Sunshine makes you dream |
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Sunshine makes you beg |
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For the rain |
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Heavy ethereal noise will make you |
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Shine above the fields |
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Shine above my skin |
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Oh my little seed, don't you dream yet? |
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These walls will feed us now |
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These walls can help us now to ride |
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Blind horses and mute windmills. |
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Oh my little stems |
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Please make me feel |
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Stronger than these clouds |
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Sinking in the sky |
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I m looking for a book, |
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A tale where I can smell |
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The stories from the tears |
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We used to plant |
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In a apple tree |
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Standing on the road |
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Among vacant hills |
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Among cloudy walls |
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The man has come to me |
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He wants to share the noise |
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Can I sell to him |
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The secret from the wind? |
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The secret from your bones |
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Burning in the sap |
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I carry in my lungs |
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Please gather the words |
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Leaking from my leaves |
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Leaking forever |
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But blind horses and mute windmills |