And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.
(Soul, turn orange-coloured.
Soul,
turn the colour of love.)
In the vived morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.
I wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.
(Soul, turn orange-coloured.
Soul,
turn the colour of love.)
In the vived morning
I wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evening's end
I wanted to be my voice.
A nightingale.
Soul,turn orange-colouredSoul,turn the colour of love.
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