I gazed at the drifting clouds
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I felt the colors of the changing sky
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Standing still, we notice
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The song weaved by this changing world
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As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers
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I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
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Put a torch in my held out hand
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Let it be the small beacon showing me the way to tomorrow
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The words from that day
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Still echo even now, so I'll turn them into a pledge and so I go
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Those winds from the old days that we've forgotten
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Sing to themselves a nostalgic melody
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Telling us the story beginning from this place
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As if to draw it in with my stretched out fingers
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I search for the only unchanging thing in this world
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When I look up, the torch becomes
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A small light connecting to the past
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As long as this bond exists
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We will be able to continue being ourselves
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That torch keeps filling up
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And become a small light shining the present
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Oh the torch in my held out hand
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Be the words connecting me to tomorrow forever
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