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There on the threshold below to the garden
In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
Holds a square patch of backyard where I’m looking at
Bunches of children, some vexed at their parents,
Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
Orange (?) from the ends of it, seemed like
I can not see nothing covering the canopy
(And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms,
I'm out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea)
In front of the rest of the city that ends at the
Banks of the river and stretches back to me and
Holds a square patch of backyard where I’m looking at
Bunches of children, some vexed at their parents,
Take colorful strings draped cross branches of lemon and
Orange (?) from the ends of it, seemed like
I can not see nothing covering the canopy
(And I feel the breezes blow, pushing storms on my arms,
I'm out on the tips of spires, you can stare into the sea)
Lyrics submitted by manamana
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unbelievably beautiful lyrics