It's a vision for some,
Priority for none -
You can never get enough,
Get ebough of the one.
It's the same play of heart,
And how it fell from the stars
Is how it ends and begins...
Everyday a new tear fell.
Everyday a new tear fell.
On a mountain we stand,
And look up to the sky,
We dreamt of the past -
And if it would last.
But no one can ever know,
How the story would tell...
Every day is a day of the past.
Every day is a day of the past.
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