We, in this blowing of time
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We lose our dreams as the trees give their leaves to the ground
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With no more poetries to cry
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We're still here without a place to hide
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Not finding shade to shelter from the fury of the Sun
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Couldn't melt the dark ice of the night
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Just running on fast in vain and then running again
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We, with no sunset in sight
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We face together the passing of time
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With no more poetries to cry
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We're still awake in this nightmare just trying to find rhymes
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A somber stream flows down the stars
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crossing my dreams, reaching my heart
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and in this stream I find my heaven
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The sound is deep into the night
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where wolves are howling at their moonlight
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and in this darkness is sweet to lose one's way
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No time to kiss my last good-byes, just touch your face for the last time, I leave this gardens of grief forever
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Just give me a reason to remain, I'll give you a thousand to go away
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let's look together for somewhere better
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Nursery Rhyme
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| Novembre |
