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"Search" |
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Looking for you, |
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I've fallen |
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on the high mountains |
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like the snow, |
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fallen |
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on the waters of the world |
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like the rain |
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to find a trace of you |
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if you've left any. |
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Looking for you, |
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I've fallen |
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on the macadam and on the soil |
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like a leaf in the fall |
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from the trees, tall |
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in the spring of my life |
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to find a sign of you |
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if there is any. |
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Looking for you |
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at the threshold of every door |
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in the crossings of all streets |
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I've mingled days with nights |
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and months with years |
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to hear |
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if you've said a word of love to someone |
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to see |
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if you've taken a look of affection at something |
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keyless locks on all the doors |
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sentries of the night in all the streets |
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not a trace |
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nor a sign of you. |
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Nothing, |
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nowhere. |
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Look! |
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I've rained with my tears |
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on the hidden fire of my heart |
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in order to know |
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if you leave any ashes. |
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See! |
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I've passed through Water, |
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Soil, |
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and Fire, |
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and you're passing |
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like Wind |
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without even taking my ashes |
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with you! |
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