| It’s been an unforgettable morning
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| like every morning spent in a park.
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| Could it be you? |
| Could it be you?
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| Maybe it isn’t about the place, and it’s just superfluous.
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| If out of all my deliriums and my stories
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| only yours has improved this plot,
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| Could it be you? |
| Could it be you?
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| Maybe it isn’t about the topic, and it’s just superfluous.
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| Now I’ll hide and look at you and I can say:
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| «I will kill monsters for you,
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| you just have to ask.»
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| Long ago I jumped and fell right here.
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| Those endless safaris
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| were gone without a warning.
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| Today I noticed it again,
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| each cloud is a plan,
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| it transforms as it travels
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| and is weightless and leaves.
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| We’re clouds, nothing more.
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| Like leaves dancing in the wind,
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| that’s how time will rise us and make us roll
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| And roll and roll and roll and roll…
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| Like leaves dancing in the wind,
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| that’s how time will rise us and make us roll
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| And roll and roll and roll and roll…
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| Like leaves dancing in the wind,
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| that’s how time will rise us and make us roll
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| And roll and roll and roll and roll…
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| Like leaves dancing in the wind,
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| that’s how time will rise us and make us roll
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| And roll and roll and roll and roll…
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| There’s never an end, there’s no end,
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| it isn’t true, it’s true.
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| There’s never an end, there’s no end,
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| it isn’t true, it’s true |