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This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way |
| [00:43.23] |
I long for someone I don't know |
| [00:57.21] |
February draught the pallid moon shone then shines now |
| [01:02.19] |
May I speak to your stone I feel home |
| [01:16.65] |
I never noticed how much I cried |
| [01:21.36] |
I never noticed might have been blind |
| [01:34.17] |
At Christmas time they sit on branches |
| [02:00.12] |
Relatives speak to themselves it still feels home |
| [02:15.00] |
This day always the same eternally living through |
| [02:21.00] |
The same old day a warm one |
| [02:34.98] |
I never noticed how much I cried |
| [02:39.75] |
I never noticed might have been blind |
| [02:52.62] |
This misty road leads to your quiet grave |
| [03:06.03] |
Eternally wandering through the azure haze |
| [03:15.42] |
February blows cold as she gazes at the full moon |
| [03:25.32] |
This mistly road led me to your quiet grave |
| [05:06.54] |
This day is wistful my day in a beautiful way |
| [05:12.75] |
I long for someone I don't know |
