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so Maybe the sky |
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would make the border between the night and day. |
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so Maybe the clouds |
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would float away when it turns to scarlet right. |
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The dried wind sounds like a cry. |
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It still echoes now. |
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Perhaps only I can hear. |
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(Maybe) |
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'caz I've heard that cry before from somewhere. |
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I want (need) silent night (time), |
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I close my heart (mind) by myself. |
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Maybe it can't be true, |
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<'caz I think it might be my voice.> |
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(so) I know I can't make it true. |
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so Maybe the wind |
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would make my border between the world and me. |
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so Maybe the view (scene), |
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only the memories remain on my mind, perhaps. |
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Just time around me passes and |
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even now he passes. |
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Maybe it left only me. |
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The view I have seen it before at somewhere. |
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Need some precious thing, |
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Keep looking for (it) in somewhere. |
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Maybe it can't be true. |
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<'caz I can't see with opened eyes.> |
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(so) I know I can't make it true. |
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I want (need) silent night (time), |
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I close my heart (mind) by myself. |
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Maybe it can't be true, |
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<'caz I think it might be my voice.> |
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Maybe, Maybe, Maybe true... |
