Blue, the morning's blue
The sun, if I call it will come
It will stop at my voice and until eternity
In its path it will go to another blue

Then, I don't even know if there's an after
If the sun will wake again
For the song might not be true
Because at the carnival

Is that I look for you, although you might not be
And your voice will lie among the blue

Then, I don't even know if there's an after
If the sun will wake again
For the song might not be true
Because at the carnival

Is that I look for you, although you might not be
And your voice will lie among the blue

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