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These are the mysteries of the world

Her mother used to say 

When she was just a little girl

And memories of winter 

Now come rushing to her head

They fill her mouth with cinnamon

They color the house red

She sees it like a photograph gainst the frozen sky

Recalls a place where 

Only little girls and boys survive

And from her room a thoughtful gaze

Is wandering outside

Where the town lies sleeping

In the blue and yellow night

Out there, out there

So many hearts are spare

Like she, like she

With eyes too wide to see

Out there, out there

Close in the troubles they share

Because one and none are pair

This is the dawning of a change

She leans against the thought

It helps a bit, but she feels strange

When walking in the footsteps 

And the shadows of her friends

Indifferent to all the gentle guidance 

They may lend

Out there, out there

So many hearts are spare

Like she, like she

With eyes too wide to see

Out there, out there

Safe in the circles of the world

A contemporary girl

Out there

Out there, out there

So many hearts are spare

Like she, like she

With eyes too wide to see

Out there, out there