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Sit by my side come as close as the air sharing a memory of grey,Wander in my worldAnd dream about the pictures I play, of changes.Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall to brown and to yellow they fade.Then they have to die and drop within the circle grand parade of changes.Scenes of my young years are warm in my mind visions of shadows that shine,'til one day I return and find they were the victims of the vines of changes.The world is spinning madly adrift in the darkit swings through a hollow of haze,a race around the starsa journey through the universe ablaze with changes.Moments of magic will glow through the night all fears of the forest are gone.When the morning breaks they're swept away like golden drops of dawn by changes.Oceans will part to a strange melodySongtexteas fires will sometimes burn cold.Like water in the wind we are puppets to the silver strings of changes.Our tears will be trembling when we are somewhere elseone last cup of wine we will pour.I'll kiss you one more time and leave you on the rolling river shore of changes.Sit by my side come as close as the air sharing a memory of grey,Wander in my worldAnd dream about the pictures I play, of changes. Aus Songtexte Mania