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From the sky of seven prismatic colours, placed to the overflowing light Leaving to you, can the emotion be reached?? I look up to the night sky, fragments of sound One, two... Forming a score*. Reaching for the letter, opening and looking Gently... It has your sweet scent. In the varying moods tears flow... Emotions are reaching from the language of your composition Please, let me hear your voice. I protect you from "must" things, at least by finding them Constantly I shake your figure from my heart...** The seven colours, I return into a dream Time would be experienced, like emotions pass Emotions are reaching from the language of your composition Please, let me hear your voice. I'll never forget the feelings of the seven colours But I won't reach for you; the voice whispers... "I think of you secretly" From Letras Mania