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There's no snow in the winter hereRain in the springNo need to deliver a crush on the way through the leavesLooking over the window sill, she says what she seesLast sands are beginning to flow on the waves of the breezeIt's so long and so briefTo follow a path that runs underneathClouds on the horizon, but the sun is overheadBelow where an ocean goes, a river makes a bedFigure out what it's all about, falling in a dreamHard souls on the surface streets step heavy on the seamIt's so long and so briefTo follow a path that runs underneathThe light of the nightThe feel of the coldSpheroid Saturn with a patchwork patternNever fitting in the moldIt's so long and so briefTo follow a path that runs underneathIt's so long and so briefTo follow a path that runs underneath From Letras Mania