| Flocks of geese in Paris skies
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| They come to me with open eyes
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| Dreaming of her and other lives
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| To pass the time waiting for Mara.
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| And I alone beside her sit
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| There’s just a lonely candle lit
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| It casts a glowing over it, Mara.
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| Green is ember, blue is gold
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| A not so different story told
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| Please take my arms, they’re growing cold, Mara.
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| Green and silver, they’re off to the moon
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| I’ve lost my way, she’s lost hers too
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| Now that I love what shall I do To pass the time waiting for Mara.
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| And I alone beside her sit
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| There’s just a lonely candle lit
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| It casts a glowing over it, Mara.
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| Green is ember, blue is gold
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| A not so different story told
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| Please take my arms, they’re growing cold, Mara.
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| I alone beside her sit
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| There’s just a lonely candle lit
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| It casts a glowing over it, Mara.
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| I alone beside her sit
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| There’s just a lonely candle lit
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| It casts a glowing over it, Mara.
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| Green is ember, blue is gold A not so different story told Please take my arms,
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| they’re growing cold, Mara. |