Neither night nor day will answer me
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New cares where each of them
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Has its own story
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There is something around me that attracts blue moments
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I have no illusions and
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I become the mist
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I fell apart
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To wing its way above dreams to find yourself
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Chilly rain blends tears with its drops of breath
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There is something around me that attracts blue moments
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I have no illusions and
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I become the mist
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I fell apart
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In Low Spirits
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| Artrosis |
