Time is always asking you too much,

It's not for someone; it's for you to go in touch.

Now you welcome to find out the true,

To be leaving and the mystics hanging on the moon.



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Oh that something like whisper,

The end of the winter,

And you know you really care, all this.



Sun is shining thru the clear blue sky,

When those are paintings and the hazes sticks around free close.

Thru the smoke and sweepers downs the ice,

And trees are sad now, cause the rainbow screaming all the night.



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