A sunbeam dances on your face,
A sunbeam dances on your face,
In what realm does your home reside?
A sunbeam dances on your face.
The age when I was driven mad,
The age when I was driven mad,
Belongs to your youthful bloom,
Belongs to your youthful bloom.
A sunbeam dances on your face.
My gaze, too, is somewhat lost,
My gaze, too, is somewhat lost,
Whispers of your veiled disguise,
Whispers of your veiled disguise.
A sunbeam dances on your face.
You did well to break my heart,
You did well to break my heart,
For this is the age of revolution,
For this is the age of revolution.
A sunbeam dances on your face.
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