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Few times do I feel the breeze of a cold night |
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So I recall the words of lovers sadly in the sun, unending sun: |
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"We will run forever with the hot timpani bang, bang!" |
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As the sound recedes, bored lover falls asleep and disappears |
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Horns surrounding me |
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Sing so forcefully and high |
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Horns surrounding me |
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Sing so forcefully and high |
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Moon |
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They forget how soft heart is |
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Unfolding over time |
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Heart |
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Don't forget how young we are |
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We wander softly |
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Horns surrounding me |
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Sing so forcefully and high |
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Horns surrounding me |
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Sing so forcefully and high |
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Moon |
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They forget how soft heart is |
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Unfolding over time |
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Heart |
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Don't forget how young we are |
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We wander softly |
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Seen through a window |
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My love blurred, mute and slow |
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I offer roses to nothing |
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The answer absent |