This is now, since and then
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and this is where we unendingly
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forever stand
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And then I saw your smile,
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the origin of the sun
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which cracks the stone
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of which we gods are made
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now that I saw your smile
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I'd step out from this stump
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This is where we unendingly forever stand
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E' come impazzire in un mare dorato
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[Translation:]
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(It feels like going crazy in a golden sea)
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Running from light
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dive in the wonders of twilight
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like children of dusk
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on the run from the day
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Do you remember the exspanse of desks and th
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smell of the first days?
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tears dense and in plenty,
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while far behind, the world punished you
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against the wall
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for noting but just being
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Now, taht after all this years
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I'm no longer sure
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if you had really existed,
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or if I just invented you
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tell me what's left to trust
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I face that place again
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but this time in depth of the self
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and I'm weaker without your sad smile, the
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same as mine
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Sometimes the sight of the town through
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the rain fills the pit of
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a failure of life
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when the sight of the town
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through the rain
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fills the pit of a life that has failed
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This is now, since and than
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and this is where we unendingly
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forever stand
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Child Of The Twilight
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| Novembre |
