With your tear-stained eyes You see clearly things that were so nice Here is truth, here is lie And after all you simply want to cry Sometimes I want to count your tears So we met on the stairs Such a bad sign, but now who cares And only lantern light And the smell of lilies in the darkest night Sometimes I want to count your tears You are on fire When I'm shrouded in snow
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