And in the new light
Comes every morning
I walk the same streets
The same every day
Passed by the people
Who go to the center
The lines of their cars
They look the same way
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I look for a shelter
I go slipping away
I look for a shelter
My time of day
Slipping away
To find colours of joy
I look for a shelter
And this is my time
This is my time
Dream of a child
A physical presence
How she does touch me
It stays in my soul
No use to deny
Existence of passion
There's no way to say it
Turn away from inside
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Stood at[?] the statue
Stare out of the square
Watching the dreams
Filled with a life of their own
A crippled young child
The pain of a short life
To bear curses of men
And the turning away
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