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Sit by my side come as close as the air sharing a memory of grey, |
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Wander in my world, dream about the pictures I play, of changes. |
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Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall to brown and to yellow they fade. |
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Then they have to die and drop within the circle grand parade of changes. |
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Scenes of my young years are warm in my mind visions of shadows that shine, |
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'til one day I return and find they were the victims of the vines of changes. |
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The world is spinning madly adrift in the dark, it swings through a hollow of haze, |
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A race around the stars, a journey through the universe ablaze with changes. |
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Moments of magic will glow through the night all fears of the forest are gone. |
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When the morning breaks they're swept away like golden drops of dawn by changes. |
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Oceans will part to a strange melody, as fires will sometimes burn cold. |
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Like water in the wind we are puppets to the silver strings of changes. |
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Our tears will be trembling when we are somewhere else, one last cup of wine we will pour. |
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I'll kiss you one more time and leave you on the rolling river shore of changes. |
