Intro (Spoken)
A door opens upon an opaque street
and here, they
Sun hangs high (just around noon)
Over bones of past in
We resemble ghosts
Murky shapes within the crowd
And if
You walk throught the door
All i'm waiting for i'll
As the parasol in bloom, hid your painted eyes,
the
Someday we would remember this
We closed our eyes and
Look what we've done
Years have past, but this is
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