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abimopectore Have you ever felt this way?
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Gentle whisper wakes the birds from sleep

Gentle whisper wakes the birds from sleep The melody is heard, melody from their dreams

Gentle whisper wakes the birds from sleep The melody is heard, melody from their dreams Chubby clouds listen, so they all weep

Gentle whisper wakes the birds from sleep The melody is heard, melody from their dreams Chubby clouds listen, so they all weep Drops of rain fall, catching mighty sunbeams

Perhaps, the wind opened its eyes

Perhaps, the wind opened its eyes It already dances with the trees

Perhaps, the wind opened its eyes It already dances with the trees Leaves fly, desperately wanting to rise

Perhaps, the wind opened its eyes It already dances with the trees Leaves fly, desperately wanting to rise Desiring a storm, but all they get is a breeze

Colorful flowers are waiting for sun

Colorful flowers are waiting for sun Which cold mountain is hiding behind their sight

Colorful flowers are waiting for sun Which cold mountain is hiding behind their sight The moon is away, the night is done

Colorful flowers are waiting for sun Which cold mountain is hiding behind their sight The moon is away, the night is done Where is their silent and warm light?

The morning is blistering in its might

The morning is blistering in its might What is a beauty without a mind?

The morning is blistering in its might What is a beauty without a mind? It would only exist in the black night

The morning is blistering in its might What is a beauty without a mind? It would only exist in the black night Then love could truly be blind.

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