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Beyond The Canal
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The paths we go along
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Are empty now
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That is unmistakable
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You can turn it all around
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All you want
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So I thought as I threw something on the grill
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Time stood still
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Beyond the canal
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Was the wide blue sky
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A (?) sound
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Like a bicycle bell
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Sounded in the distance
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In the humid air
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I stood alone in my garden
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Everything looked frozen
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Waiting for the last summer days of this year
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And to me it was anything but strange
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Beyond The Canal(¿µ¾î¹öÀü)
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