The sun's going down
and like tiny dewdrops
daylight fades
The memories slip away
like clouds in the sky
towards the horizon
We're moored like boats
floating and waiting
rain after rain
We never hear it coming
the silent cold winter
taking away the flowers
from our gardens
We never see him pass
the aged blind man
who touches our hearts
turning them into stone
We look for a chance
in the cycle of seasons
We look for a chance
in the visions of dreamers
We look for a chance
in the cycle of seasons
We'll find a way
in deep space
between the stars
We'll find a way
over the clouds
hiding the stars
There is a place in our soul
where time can't
reach us
where sorrow can't enter
where nothing
can affect us
where the songs of birds
are like a river
flowing to infinity
We never hear it coming
the silent cold winter
taking away the flowers
from our gardens
We never see him pass
the aged blind man
who touches our hearts
turning them into stone
We look for a chance
in the cycle of seasons
We look for a chance
in the visions of dreamers
We look for a chance
in the cycle of seasons
We'll find a way
in deep space
between the stars
We'll find a way
over the clouds
hiding the stars

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