61.Tangerine
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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