Cool cool breeze
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Rivers flow below
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The darkened room is closing down
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A light emblazoned within a breast
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Extracting from the sun
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My hand is reaching for the stars
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Your hand is swooping low
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A long long journey
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Wuthering heights
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A goal dead center clear
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A lamp is here
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To guide the way
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Far away yet so close
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These words I know are bound and stuck
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These words I know are bound and stuck
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But use them much I know we must
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To paint a collage blue and gold
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To touch each others touch
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I clasp invisible motion waves
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Of stories from your house
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Your eyes look like emeralds
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With you I¡¯m in no danger
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Your eyes look like emeralds
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With you I¡¯m in no danger
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And if I die before you go
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And if I cannot reach you¡¯ll know
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A bird of feathers white as snow
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I'll send beyond the breach
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My message will endow it strong
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This journey's one way ticket long
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I¡¯ll tell you in the silent zone
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The story of The Moor
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Cool Cool Breeze
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| Peter Murphy |
