The clouds are colored orange
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By street-lamps and hope
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Swirling upwards to the
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Silent - cloudy - dreamy sky
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'cause when I die
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I reach out to the stars
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and when I cry
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while looking at my past
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my mother sighs
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she buries me so deep
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deep in my heart
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so let me stay and sleep
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I'm reaching out for hope
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Not for love - 'cause there's no more
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My parents are standing by my grave
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Finally a place where I fell save
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Nearly A Requiem
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| Dawn Of Dreams |
