Tangerine

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. *

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