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Measuring a summer's day, I only finds it slips away to grey
The hours, they bring me painTangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years betweenThinking how it used to be
Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I doTangerine, Tangerine, living reflection from a dream
I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between