Well, I hear the singing of the wind,
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the moon spreads her wings over this pale world,
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memories are frozen in the fog of the sunset in which your burning kiss is lost,
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where fragments of the sun are dancing on the waves of time
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Well, I hear the aim of your caress,
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the sun closes her eyes over this pale world,
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pictures are dancing in the dust of the moon fog to which I send my sighs,
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where thousands of stars are flying on my arms away
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II Luna
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Dawn Of Dreams |