| Sit by my side, come as close as the air
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| Share in a memory of gray
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| Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
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| That I play of changes
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| Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
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| To brown and to yellow they fade
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| And then they have to die, trapped within
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| The circle time parade of changes
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| Scenes of my young years were warm in my mind
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| Visions of shadows that shine
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| Til one day I returned and found they were the
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| Victims of the vines of changes
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| The world’s spinning madly, it drifts in the dark
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| Swings through a hollow of haze
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| A race around the stars, a journey through
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| The universe ablaze with changes
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| Moments of magic will glow in the night
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| All fears of the forest are gone
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| But when the morning breaks they’re swept away by
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| Golden drops of dawn, of changes
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| Passions will part to a strange melody
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| As fires will sometimes burn cold
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| Like petals in the wind, we’re puppets to the silver
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| Strings of souls, of changes
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| Your tears will be trembling, now we’re somewhere else
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| One last cup of wine we will pour
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| And I’ll kiss you one more time, and leave you on
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| The rolling river shores of changes
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| Sit by my side, come as close as the air
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| Share in a memory of gray
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| Wander in my words, dream about the pictures
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| That I play of changes |