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Alphaville Miscellaneous Elegy He is sitting on a hill A vapid night is crawling through the vale The trees are fangs of transiency The demons forge hammers and nails He will travel all the ways That lead to the unknown lands Time has distorted his view An amen in his due He is gazing at the skies Without yearning in his eyes And he will follow the invisible trace When the sirens sing again... The spring is in the air, the silence in the skies The wind is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes The bats play on but he'll be gone Before the world has left the night ...the birds sing on but he has gone Before the morning spreads its light |
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