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A DROP OF COLOUR
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Songs & Words : HYDE
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Confusion rules this shifting age
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And uproar fills the town
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My thoughts of you are drowning in the noise
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How could you know?
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´ç½ÅÀ» ¾î¶»°Ô ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖÀ»±î
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Why should you know me?
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¿Ö ´ç½ÅÀÌ ³ª¸¦ ¾Ë¾Æ¾ß ÇÒ±î
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You gently nourish my dry skin
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A drop of colour saves me from
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The fate I'm facing everyday
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A single bloom piercing the snowdrift
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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³Ê¹«³ª ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ³ë·¡ÇÏ°í,
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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³Ê¹«³ª ±í°Ô, ¸Õ »êµµ ¼û½¬°í,
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There are so many things to show to you
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´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ °ÍÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ
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Oh why does hate bring forth more hate?
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A long abandoned fruit
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Is hastening the process of decay
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ºÎÆÐÀÇ °úÁ¤À» ÁÖÀúÇÏ°í ÀÖ¾î
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This country's starved, it's void of feeling
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ÀÌ ³ª¶ó´Â ±ÃÇÌÇÏ°í, °¨Á¤ÀÌ ¸Þ¸»¶ó ÀÖ´Ù
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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³Ê¹«³ª ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ³ë·¡ÇÏ°í,
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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³Ê¹«³ª ±í°Ô, ¸Õ »êµµ ¼û½¬°í,
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There are so many things to show to you
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´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ °ÍÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ
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How softly, the springtime breezes sing
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³Ê¹«³ª ºÎµå·´°Ô, º½¹Ù¶÷ÀÌ ³ë·¡ÇÏ°í,
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How deeply, the distant mountains breathe
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³Ê¹«³ª ±í°Ô, ¸Õ »êµµ ¼û½¬°í,
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There are so many things to show to you
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´ç½Å¿¡°Ô º¸¿©ÁÙ °ÍÀÌ ³Ê¹« ¸¹¾Æ
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One of these days
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