Sonnvee.
In G major.
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Mastering of letters.
To shield your inner thoughts.
Beyond the gaze of translucent meanings.
A clear picture immerges out of the haze.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Sonnvee.
In G major.
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Mastering of letters.
To shield your inner thoughts.
Beyond the gaze of translucent meanings.
A clear picture immerges out of the haze.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Perruiy
In E major.
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A crystal bow without flowers.
Exhausted clays.
The earth is a bowl of dust.
Dry riverbeds, of nothingness.
But then, a drop of rain just hangs in the air.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
EEnyy
In G major.
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The morning alarm mercilessly hammered the bell.
Cry out loud as you can tell.
You think that it is burning in hell.
Then again, it smooths into silence, what the heck?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean
Seronny
In D major.
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There are only so many notes.
That makes up a song.
Those that are left behind.
Not forgotten, and still loved once more.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean
Tolanvasi
In C major.
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I slowly counted your words.
One, by one, by one.
By the warmth of a candlelight.
Against a bare moonless freezing night.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ainyno
In E5 major.
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The beauty of paper.
That comes in all its glory.
Light as a feather.
Leaving canvas in its shadowy wake.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Teruuda.
Inn D5 major.
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You only need your mind.
To hop, hop to the stars.
It is very simple really.
Choose and suit into a body when arrive.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Noemes
In C5 major.
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The clock hand is swinging right.
As expected with time.
On the horizon, it’s clearly seen.
That the clouds have been forming, right?
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Ouenole
In B major.
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Too much of life got in the way.
When we only wanted to play.
The abandoned plays that got astray.
That ends up square outside the fence.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.
Mnorrey
In G major.
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The clock on the wall runs fast.
Not by a minute, but by a country mile.
It has passed the time itself.
Till the battery runs out.
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Reflections from the Mediterranean.