When it all began I felt so warm
so quiet in here, no thoughts in my head
When it all began there was no end
So silent in here, no word could be heard
No strenght no resolution
no weakness or evolution
But, ah! then the morning comes!
ah! everybody grows!
ah! when the morning comes!
ah!...
I am the sun of the sun
I burn my feelings down and across
I am the pale of the moon
I'm all the colors
I'm all the things I've had and then lost
We grew up to look down
We grew old to look back
Ah! when the morning comes!
ah! everybody is old!
ah! when the morning comes!
ah!...
When it all began no one was blind
but me
But me...
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