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The spring is in the air, the silence in the skies
The wind is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes
The bats play on, but he'll be gone
Before the morning spreads its light
The spring is in the air, the stars have left the skies
The wind blows through the leaves, the world becomes alive
The bats sing on, but he has gone
Before the world has left the night

© Alphaville - Elegy