| From the tragedy of reality
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| Of all that is, that lives to die
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| The tragedy of you and me
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| Of your emotions of my cry
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| Another morning beneath the cold sun
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| The sun that only I can see
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| Another morning in hope for euphoria
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| Where you and I will be
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| Where you look at me with the same eyes that follow you on
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| Where you think of me with the same thoughts as those awakening me
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| Same as those awakening me
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| From the tragedy of reality
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| Of all that is, that lives to die
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| The tragedy of you and me
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| Of your emotions of my cry
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| Another morning beneath the cold sun
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| The sun that only I can see
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| Another morning in hope for euphoria
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| Where you and I will be
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| And I used to ride beyond the horizon
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| Beyond the cold winds of your voice
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| Beyond the glaciers of your shoulders
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| Beyond all boundaries of universe!
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| Beyond all boundaries of life
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| Beyond all boundaries of universe
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| Beyond all boundaries of life!
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| Where the beauty of a thousand dreams is cast upon me
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| Like a tidal wave of gold to reach the shore
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| Where it feels as if I can’t reach any longer
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| On the edge of all that we can see or touch
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| Undefinable waters not yet sailed
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| By intentions that would cause our love to fail
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| In diplopia I see what was meant to be
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| The moon and the stars in the darkened eve
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| In diplopia I see what I want to see
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| To rise above the shroud of singularity enforced upon me
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| The moon and the stars and the sun of thee
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| But as night turns into morn
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| And as I turn into me
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| A dream turns so forlorn
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| And you turn out to be fantasy
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| Are those my silhouettes walking by your side?
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| Are they the ones that seem to be casting shadows in the light?
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| For long I’ve known that you are the one
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| Why won’t you see the morning sun? |