Measuring a summer's day, I only find 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.
Tangerine, tangerine, Living reflection from a dream. I was her love she was my queen, And now a thousand years between.
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