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Текст песни A Story At Three

again and again
they blend into one
my father the morning
pushes through the moonlight love

so what's sleep
sleep

i'm tired
so tired
but it seems
that there's someone here with me

we are wakeful
wry, watchful
we're awaiting
deathless ones

a story at three
with the shrillest of cries
my mind fights with the sparkles
in the corner of my eyes

i hear the morning choir
sing to me their elegy
so beautiful
they sing to me their elegy
requiem