When the change of season begins it dies down like the town
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I starred at the tear coloured sky
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While the sad wave surges
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That had been clearly visible
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I lost sight of the important things
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That day, the promise that was made broke and scattered
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An intense but short-lived fragment of a memory
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Even if, we were to awaken from the dream which we saw
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I'll never forget this feeling, not ever
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The wind flows away across the faded landscape
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Gently reviving my memories
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As I proceed down these familiar paths, there's no going back
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The first lies were your last words
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It's a strong foolish deception, emoitions
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The season answers when it passes and goes away
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So, after all this time, is it possible, to say
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I'd like to see the hopeless youth again
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The sufficient question to ourself, our answer is repeated after all
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It continues to pile up to the present condition
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The street lamp that illuminates long through the night for one person in the silence
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The memory like a running horse in the light
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Round and round it starts running in one's mind
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We'll try to be attached in a faint memory but
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The sadness a merry-go-round
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The midnight a melody slow dance
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That day, the promise that was made broke and scattered
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An intense but short-lived fragment of a memory
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Even if, we were to awaken from the dream which we saw
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I'll never forget this feeling, not ever
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Those remembered days will shine on, even now
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