| May be it just seems
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| May be your cold lips
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| Never touched my skin
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| I a parting kiss
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| And never whispered: «forgive»
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| May be I never heard a scream
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| Never heard a scream of the broken dream
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| I thought we shall be building
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| The fragile crystal palace
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| Of our dream together
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| But you decided to leave me
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| And all that is left for me
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| Is only to listen to a scream
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| A scream of the broken dream
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| This damned blueness of the sky
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| Sister of purity
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| It offered to become your friend
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| And you sad: «yes»
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| You flow there like a comet
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| Having burnt my face
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| And from my burns is running
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| With the reddish black liquid
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| These are the tears of the broken dream… |