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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.
Tangerine, tangerine...
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...