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Can you follow me
Can you follow my distresses, my caresses
Fiery guesses
Swim and sink into
Early morning mercies
He blesses you
He blesses me
The day the night caresses
Caresses you, caresses me
Can you follow me
Dawn your guise has filled my nights with fear
At each closing of my eyes
You never see these pictures in my mind
Can you follow me
Aside from leaving overdrawn caresses
Aside from having thrown a joke on you and me
Can you follow me
I cannot understand the way I feel
Until I rest on lawns of dawns
Can you follow me
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Across from behind my window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene.
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene.
He is calling and throwing
his arms up in the air -
and no one is there.
All of them are missing as the game
comes to a start.
No one is there.
Some are calling, some are sad,
some are calling him mad.
No one is there.
Across from behind your window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene.
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene.
He is calling and throwing
his arms up in the air.
No one is there.
All of them are missing
as the game comes to a start.
No one is there.
And no sound has them
Declared
To be missing
To be missing
To be missing
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Sail away, sail away my little boy
Let the wind fill your heart with light and joy
Sail away my little boy
Let the rain wash away your cloudy days
Sail away into a dream
Let the wind send you a fantasy
Of the ancient silver sea
Now you see that only dreams
Can send you where you want to be
Now you find those faces
Are not holding places
Where you thought they'd be
And later as you go again
You will agree
That it was all a dream
Sail away, sail away my little boy
Let the wind fill your heart with light and joy
Sail away my little boy
Keep missing
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It's holding me against my will
And doesn't leave me still
Amazons are riding out
To find a meaning for
The name, my name
In the rain
My spinning on my Name
In the rain, in the rain
When did it begin?
When did it begin?
Why am I not facing the wind?
My mother and my brother
Are facing the wind.
Why are they facing the wind?
Why are they facing the wind?
There's nothing more to sing about
Not now or when they carry me away
In the rain
My spinning on my name in the rain
My spinning on my name in the rain
In the rain.
When did it begin?
When did it begin?
Why are they facing the wind?
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In its water-lily field
Wide and green
Grows a tree
And from the tree hang apples
Not for you to eat.
In a way it matters more
Than it did before
To see the east voyaging through
True hearts of dooms
Mirth - birth - reverie
In harmony
Somersault caravans of fools
As he passes for reply
To sing his songs again
He sways to kiss the horizontal ground
And from the ground a dove rises
And as a mark of honor
A mask is left behind.
Mirth - birth - reverie
In harmony
To gentle form a noble force
Master's voice cascades
From his gentle stage
Calm and vast the city lies.
On a horizontal ground
Kind and calm
Julius lies
For Octavian to prevail
Mirth - birth - reverie
In harmony
Traverses the peninsula
All those dismiss the winds destroy
With his gentle kisses
The righteos and wise
And doom ambitious praise
With his will
His will and order
Mirth - birth - reverie
In its water-lily field
Wide and green grows a tree
And from the tree hand apples
Not for you to eat
And 'neath the Aegan Sea
Where statues and pillars and stones are tossed
Rest for all his aching bones
To guide us far from energy
Mirth - birth - reverie
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Friar hermit stumbles over
The cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Into numberless reflections
Rises a smile from your eyes into mine
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Over railroad station tracks
Faintly flickers a modest cry
From without a thousand cycles
A thousand cycles to come
A thousand times to win
A thousand ways to run the world
In a similar reply
Friar hermit stumbles over
The cloudy borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Frozen warnings close to mine
Close to the frozen borderline
Close to the frozen borderline
Close to the frozen borderline
Close to the frozen borderline
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Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
A true story wants to be mine
A true story wants to be mine
The story is telling a true lie
The story is telling a true lie
Mandolins are ringing to his viol singing
Mandolins are ringing to his viol singing
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Dungeon's sinking to a slumber to the end of time
Dungeon's sinking to a slumber to the end of time
Petrel sings the domebells pound into the unended end of time
Petrel sings the domebells pound into the unended end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
In the morning of my winter
When my eyes are still asleep
In the morning of my winter
When my eyes are still asleep
A dragonfly laying in a coat of snow
I'll send to kiss your heart for me
A dragonfly laying in a coat of snow
I'll send to kiss your heart for me
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
The children are jumping in the evening of light
The children are jumping in the evening of light
A thousand sins are heavy in the evening of light
A thousand sins are heavy in the evening of light
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
Midnight winds are landing at the end of time
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He came your way
and when he had to go
there were roses growing in the snow.
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
and you know that it was like this before: he had to go
You will never see these lights
glowing in your nights,
until you feel this way.
With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul
and then you go alone - and with no fear
then you will know
that it was like this before: he had to go
And you will find that you were blind
until you saw these lights - glowing in your nights.
He came your way
and when he had to go
there were roses growing in the snow
Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul
but you know it was like this before - he had to go.
You will never see these lights
glowing in your nights
if you don't know...
there are roses growing in the snow.
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Since the first of you and me asleep
In a Nibelungen land
Titanic curses trap me in
A banishment of stay
Symbols vanish from my senses
Stem and stave the view appears
Symbols captured in a trance
Vanish from my glance
For the various defenses
I enforce a strike the alarm
For the various defences
That choose to be here and there
And lose the direction everywhere
Since the first of you and me asleep
In a Nibelungen land where we cannot be
Almond trees grow along the mountain trail
From their tongues the words are spelling
The telling numb
I cannot hear it anymore
I cannot hear it anymore
Since the first of you and me here and there
We lose the direction everywhere
Shrieking city sun shiver in my veins
In flames I run
In flames I run
Waiting for the sign to come
Will you spell the words for me
Will you spell the words for me to hear
Nibelungen
Nibelungen
Nibelungen land
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