One, two...
One, two, three, four, one, two.
Measuring a summer's day.
I only find it slips away to grey.
The hours, they bring me pain.
Tangerine, tangerine,
Living reflections from a dream.
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years betwee__n.
Thinking how it used to be.
Does she still remember times like these?
To think of us again, and I do.
Tangerine, tangerine,
Living reflections from a dream.
I was her love, she was my queen
And now a thousand years betwee__n.
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