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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-10-07 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | As the evening falls By Enya When the evening falls and the daylight is fading, from within me calls - could it be I am sleeping? For a moment I stray, then it holds me completely. close to home - I cannot say. close to home feeling so far away. As I walk there before me a shadow from another world, where no other can follow. carry me to my own, to where I can cross over... close to home - I cannot say. close to home feeling so far away. Forever searching; never right, I am lost in oceans of night. Forever hoping I can find memories. those memories I left behind. Even though I leave will I go on believing that this time is real - am I lost in this feeling? like a child passing through, never knowing the reason. I am home - I know the way. I am home - feeling oh, so far away.
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