IT’S FIVE O’CLOCK APHRODITE’S CHILD It’s five o’clock And I walk through the empty streets Thoughts fill my head But then still No one speaks to me My mind takes me back To the years that have past me by It is so hard to believe That it’s me That I see In the window pane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It’s five o’clock And I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy Thus so I go back to the years That have past me by It is so hard to believe That it’s me That I see In the window pane It is so hard to believe That all this is the way That it has to be It’s five o’clock And I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy He gives me day Gives me hope And a little dream too https://youtube/watch?v=Wy4N_XI0gdQ
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