As their wings go dark - up against the sun and their shadows pass - over everyone and time unfolds - to a beating drum I throw my clothes on a burning chair I paint my eyes with the cold night air the dreamer shouts - to an empty room and the sun will shine and the rain will pour we radiate for evermore and the world will turn falling rain in the end there's a silence and the TV set doesn't show the fall the light is fast the world is small and in the end there's a silence and the sun will shine and the rain will pour we radiate for evermore and the world will turn
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