| LyricsCarnival 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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