Echo
Golden threads stretching into the sky
Beyond the sunsets of the wind of time
They sing three times with a pipe
Circled three times in white-white-white
It's not tears it's dew
This is the echo (echo)
This is the dawn, these are the bells,
It's an echo an echo
Golden tambourines appoint a formation
Hide - and-seek vying
The curve is longer for expectations
The night melts sparkling
Echo
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