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So as the boy fell to sleep.
The fire in the ash engulfs the air. One by one...
what rise and grow large are my beloved profiles.
What trickle down to earth are the thousands of dreams...dreams...
On the night when the silver eyes were trembling what came to born was you, as you shined.
No matter how many times the ever-passing time return the prayers back down to earth...
I will never cease to pray.
Oh please, show this child what love is.
Please give a kiss to his hands you hold.

So as the boy fell to sleep.
The fire in the ash engulfs the air. One by one...
what rise and grow large are my beloved profiles.
What trickle down to earth are the thousands of dreams...dreams...
On the night when the silver eyes were trembling what came to born was you, as you shined.
No matter how many times the ever-passing time return the prayers back down to earth...
I will never cease to pray.
Oh please, show this child what love is.
Please give a kiss to his hands you hold.

I will never cease to pray.
Oh please, show this child what love is.
Please give a kiss to his hands you hold.