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| | |  The reason the horizon shines
is that somewhere it's hiding you.
The reason I long for the many lights
is that you are there in one of them.
So, I set out, with a slice of bread,
a knife, a lamp, stuffed in a bag.
Father left me his burning desire.
Mother gave me her eyes.
The earth turns, hiding you.
Shining eyes, twinkling lights.
The earth turns, carrying you,
carrying us both who'll surely meet.
Father left me his burning desire.
Mother gave me her eyes.
The earth turns, hiding you.
Shining eyes, twinkling lights.
The earth turns, carrying you,
carrying us both who'll surely meet |
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