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Measuring a summer's day

I only finds it slips away to grey

The hours they bring me pain.



*Tangerine Tangerine

Living reflection from a dream;

I was her love she was my queen

And now a thousand years between.



Thinking how it used to be

Does she still remember times like these?

To think of us again?

And I do.



* Chorus

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