On the nights you cannot sleep, you slip away and take a walk on the road
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In the summer you walk on the road by the parallel river
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The wind dampens softly and carries the smell of a memory
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The smell of oak makes you remember in the midst of your thoughts
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"Don't you think that the eye of the season is concentrating on us?"
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The gentle words you couldn't say disappeared
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Forgetting to tidy up, because you'd like to see the fireworks
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Getting to the heart directly is impossible, how can you make it to the centre?...
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"You're being brisk, don't you think?" you muttered...
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Your laughing season comes
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Even though you're not laughing when it comes along
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Equals the number of tears that overflow and
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Equals the number of gentle memories
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Still, this heart it hurts, it hurts me so
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That time you probably wanted to say something however
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The fireworks, the children frolicing, you didn't want your voice to distrub them
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Your speech and spark leaving the summer night's sky
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Always after losing important things, we become more aware
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"It's pretty tidy, don't you think?" you muttered...
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And yet you remembered.....
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Your laughing season comes
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Even though you're not laughing when it comes along, laughing when it comes along
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You keep changing from season to season
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Without me being able to change
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You're laughing in the season's sky
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Where the shooting stars are caught
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You understand your dream won't come true, but
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Yet once more you want to meet
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After such a long time and shout
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"We were truely in love."
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To see you under the night sky
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I will start walking as one person
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