[lyrics: Stefan Ruiters]
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shutting with careful fingers
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our gloom-pleased eyes
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to walk through gardens of delight
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we'll live in our dreams
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this night, we'll live our dreams
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our secrets will be sung
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they slip away from your lips
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into the sweating midnight air
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you make our dreamscape
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feel like falling
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falling from the highest mountain
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into a valley of green, soft leaves
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gliding through this passing day
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enshaded in forgetfulness
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we create our ideal world
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banished is the rage of yesterday
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dawn falls for the morning to shine
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awake, new-born, you fade away...
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...for another day...
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Soft Embalmer Of The Still Midnight
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| Celestial Season |
