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The boy who loves the sky, |
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he never whines |
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He watches a line, always far in the sky |
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The dreams of yesterday are brown by the wind |
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But when this sun goes down, |
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they'll be back as stars |
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Listen, can you hear in silence |
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The sound that keeps calling our name |
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Is stained by history and is sure to exist |
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And is running through the lifetime |
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The boy who loves the sea, he never whines |
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He watches a line,always far in the sky |
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Her voice is washed away by the wave |
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But when this rain |
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stops, it'll be back as stars |
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Listen, can you hear in silence |
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The sound that keeps calling our name |
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Is stained by history and is sure to exist |
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And is running through the lifetime |
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The place dividing sky and ground, |
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dream and reality |
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The place dividing lies and truth |
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The place where the moon and sun go home |
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Please don't sigh anymore |
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(then the stars will be shine) |
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If there's contradictions in every answer |
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Even if the world hurls broken |
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(pieces at you) |
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Please don't sigh anymore |
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Please don't cry anymore |
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(then the stars will be shine) |
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If there's sadness in every flower |
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Even if the world hurls broken |
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(pieces at you) |
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Please don't cry anymore |
