Southern stars, are you gone berserk?
Floating clouds, lean on sleeping bears.
Summersongs, drifting down to lurk into you...
through the fading days, in the glowing waves,
glaciers gone astray, time after time.
The gloaming's long gone by in the old moving
lights, under orbital fires.
i saw you walking, in the great lights.
You always come in dreams to me, when it gets dark.
I always come in dreams to you,when you get down.
We're moving lights, under orbital fires.
The cry of gulls, sliding what dreams maycome.
I always come in dreams to you, when you get down.

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