I dream of, I dream of, I dream of slow evasions
Wet my senses in the white ocean

I've lost everything, I've lost everything, I've lost every notion
Of good, of bad, of the long horizon

Wait for me here, wait for me here, wait for me like the wind
Just above the blond sheds

Throw the net, throw the net, throw the net of love
Bring them back in 2000 years, when

The hands huddle, the hands huddle, the hands will huddle tightly
Under a sun of golden paper

If it's the end, if it's the end, if it's the end of the remorses
Then I'll find you, true
Then I'll find you, true

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