| Swallows wheel from sun-bleached eaves
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| Trucks glow on peripheries
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| Light the lamps, the empty house is falling
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| Turning corners into light
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| Turning corners into light
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| Light the lamps, the empty house is falling
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| Always, tonight, I’m coming home
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| I have no other dream
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| Mother of pearl on windowpanes
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| The grey light of the sea
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| Always, tonight, I’m coming home
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| The Pleiades and the Lyre
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| Over the cranes, the harbour lanes
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| The world will end in fire
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| Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away
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| Like I’m somebody else
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| In some other place
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| Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes
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| To the boughs of the elms
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| To the places I love
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| When the wind was singing
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| And the chalk path singing
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| And the white horse singing
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| And the ridgeway singing:
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| Nataraja
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| Nataraja
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| Ananda tandavum
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| I am born
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| In the age of miracles, well all that you hear
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| Is the sound of the wind
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| The wind in the elds
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| (Drinking in days and days of summer light)
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| Wake up in the night time with the silence so close
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| Hear the same loving ghost
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| (The same loving ghost)
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| That you heard as a boy
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| (Days and days of summer light)
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| Lately I’ve been living like I’m so far away
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| Like I’m somebody else
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| In some other place
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| Now the year is turning and the eeriness comes
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| To the boughs of the elms
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| To the faces I love
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| Headlights move on tree-lined roads
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| Nativity plays
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| The dance of our days
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| The dance of our days
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| The dance of our days |