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The sun may glorify the heavens |
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But he never sees the stars |
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We may illuminate the atmospheres |
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And still not know, |
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Still not know who we are |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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Is a blind eye |
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We may dig amongst the rocks and stones |
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To find a fragment of the past |
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And we may consecrate our ruins |
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In praise of how, |
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In praise of how, of how they last |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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Is a blind eye |
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Did you see whilst you were looking |
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Did you notice anything that's mine |
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Did you feel when you got there |
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To be loved, to be loved |
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Is to be divine |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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Is a blind eye |
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Is a blind eye |
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And the moon is a blind eye |
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Is a blind eye |
