a melting star run through my fingers
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blood red furrows on the sea
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was it wind that never lingers
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or, was it you who nver came
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standing on the store
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a distant call
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golden waves appear
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and take me home
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cover me, oh noonday sun
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so my heart could carry on
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a morning new is soon to come
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serenity has yet begun
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i am sick for i'm a sinner
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all i attempt is in vain
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the spring of ice is growing clearer
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in silent storms of entropy
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anger swept away
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be firm with me
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furtive entity
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our time has come
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Entropy
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| Wolfsheim |
