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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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