| Fighting against my solitude
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| Against my broken rhymes
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| I am lost in your wound — I know
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| In the dead of the night
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| You’ll light up all my way
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| A flash that crossed time
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| Not to throw to wind
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| We walked through the abyss
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| A story in our hands —
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| Of two souls in the dead calm and storm
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| Everything — an unsung chant
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| Nothingness — the void unclimbed
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| Fighting against this new prospect
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| Against a million tears
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| ‘Cause I’m lost in your dream — I know
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| In this fading life — I can’t stand reality
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| Fragments of my life
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| Never fall into symmetry
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| No regrets — will never fail the symmetry
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| Everything — an unsung chant
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| Nothingness — the void unclimbed
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| «I will never get used to you, neither to being surprised, nor to the private
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| thoughts about you either. |
| You are what I will dream about tonight,
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| what will be dreamt about me tonight. |
| (To dream or to be dreamt of?).
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| An unknown „I“ in a strange dream. |
| I never expect you, I always arouse you
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| If someone dreams of us together…»
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| A flash that crossed time
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| Not to throw to wind
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| We walked through the abyss
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| Of sand and water in dead calm and storm
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| Everything — an unsung chant
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| Nothingness — the void unclimbed
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| Everything — an unsung chant
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| Nothingness — the void unclimbed
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| Fighting against my solitude
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| The one of a ghost… |