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Three cliffs there stand
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High above where high winds howl
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Surrounding silence
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Three birds climb, then turn to fall
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Waiting for someday when the ocean and sky
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Will cover up the land in deep blue
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Renaissance is over and I wonder:
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- Should I always be the same once again?
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Take my hand and follow
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Sweeping trees, the coats of green
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Time has no place tomorrow
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Feel the good in endless dreams
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Waiting for someday when the ocean and sky
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Will cover up the land in deep blue
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Renaissance is over and I wonder:
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- Should I close my eyes and pray?
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- Feel like I've betrayed?
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- Always be the same?
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... always be the same once again?
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Deep blue
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Angra |