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Sleep until the end of time
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And rest as you were mine
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They say you¡¯re lacking speed
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Run, before our heaven breaks
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Eventually she wakes
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To burst into a thousand tears
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Oh, I can¡¯t feel you, ¡®cause I am full of glue
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The vault behind this jealous glance is blue
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Pounce on me
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Feed their hands with your sweet tongue
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To save my wooden lung
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It¡¯s cold and I¡¯m not here
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Light the light blue sky above
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The fields are filled with love
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My efforts were in vain
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Walking in places that my mind thought of quite constantly
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Feeling the sun that this fall¡¯s sky pours out incessantly
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Summer¡¯s almost ending here
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Winter¡¯s coming oh so near
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Maximilian Hecker |