Lyrics
Carnival of souls, as we pass on the past,
Seasons of love, have not changed.
You changed the seasons, all in a day,
How can I not remember, what you used to say,
I miss you ...
And the flower, of the past, may not die,
Sing of things, that should have happened,
It just might be a little lie, sweet little lie,
And you, the ever so elusive one,
When will I see you again, my friend?
Like the girl, I used to miss on a black misty morning,
The stealing of a kiss in the light of a still blue moon,
The danger of our souls entwining, so strong and frail,
How can I find the courage in the maze of fear, to say,
I love you ...
And the flower, of the past, may not die,
Sing of things, that should have happened,
It just might be a little lie, sweet little lie,
And you, the ever so elusive one,
When will I see you again, my friend?
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