| I am an oarless boat
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| In the lake of obscurity
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| With no destiny I float
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| From the misery into unknown
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| Naturally, fighting the waves I face
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| Unconsciously towards the feelings I taste
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| I’m a leaf of an autumn tree
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| Born to give an ability to live
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| Unable to resist the day of the truth
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| The day I’m too weak to hang on
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| I am the snow in the sky
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| Inside the clouds condensed from the lies
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| The humidity with no hope
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| As the day of falling is coming so close
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| Naturally, fighting the waves I face
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| Unconsciously towards the feelings I taste
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| I’m a leaf of an autumn tree
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| Born to give an ability to live
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| Unable to resist the day of the truth
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| The day I’m too weak to hang on
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| I am an oarless boat
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| In the lake of obscurity
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| With no destiny I float
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| From the misery into unknown
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| Natural ways
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| I’m forced to evaporate
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| Numbered are my days
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| And all alone I must then go
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| Naturally, fighting the waves I face
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| Unconsciously towards the feelings I taste
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| Unnaturally, resisting the freezing winds from the sea
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| No match against the nature I encounter and feel |