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25 lines
691 B
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Milestones
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A mile, mile and a half, so far, so hard
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All I look out of hand.
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Cranes flew over the sea.
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They would have long time to come back,
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Because I probably will not sleep.
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Because so Besson and my hope.
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Above the earth brightly burning brightly burning,
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Flare, flare up in the dawn sky.
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And tired, you ascend the steps.
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It all will certainly happen.
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Because I probably will not sleep.
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And your day and night before me face.
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Soon, soon subside fights, battles subside.
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How I need your hand.
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Good view of your singed by the war.
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Is it possible to come to terms with the separation?
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Because I probably will not sleep.
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Cranes belated voice at me.
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Good your opinion, scorched by war ... |