Tsuki no Ume

On Autumn leaves and au-burn haze,
Running on wild and empty feilds
Soon the spring would come and bloom,
And when the roses burn ablaze,
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I hear the calls, I hear the cries
Of ghosts, of spirits, of the phantoms of night
They scream, they shout
They haunt they please
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Far, Far, Far away
I see a door, I see a frame
Whether its night, whether its day
I see it there it never fades
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Walking On the shores of you,
On the dark and deep hues of blue
Ever so gentle like a summer breeze,
Ever so cold like a winter's sleep
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I see a pair of two red eyes
Every night in the sky
They are like two crimson moons
i think they would devour me soon
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Once upon a little girl
Opened her eyes to see the world
Eyes so bright a cry too sweet
With hands so little she would meet
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When the sun sets at night
losing its colors in the sky
All those colors wont be bright
Now a cloak of darkness has set to fold
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I see those greens i see those barks
All those trees all those leaves
Sitting on a bench i say
Its a heaven i wish to stay
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Gazing at the stars at night
I see their light which shines so bright
Twinkling as they fade away
As the night runs away
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Opened my wings to fly so high
Thousands birds would come and cry
I think and thought i ponder i pry
With A rise of flight and some starlight
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Perched on a branch of tree
I a bird a sparrow or swan
In skies or lakes in every dawn
I a bird a crow or raven
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Watching by the little window,
I see those kids, I see those pups,
Playing, joking, running around
Giggling, laughing, on a merry go round
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Awoken on the isles of fear and sanity
Ive lost it all; The sense of clarity
No anger, contempt; Only a blind calamity,
Like myself are you a lost tragedy
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Spinning and Spinning, Round and round,
On the roof, On the ground
On my feet, On my toes,
Laughing and crying my heartfelt woes
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Running on the green grass
As my feet catch those dews
Sinking my feet in; drowning without a clue
Tiny droplets on my toes
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Living in this opulent world,
The chiming chandelliers; the fancy facades,
Hiding beneath these joker masks,
Fake promises they would bide,
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The summer has come but it isnt spring,
Neither autumn Neither winter
Its a season that wont ring,
The bells of my chamber; where O thee,
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Like a dried leaf i fell from a tree
Barren and stale suffered and dree
Hoping they would feel ease without me
Celebrating the dissapearance;
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