You who did not see the rain, did not pick the cloud flowers
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You complain about the wetness of the roads
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You who sleep, you who wake up
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You who are drunk, you who are sober
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You share the moments of the night with the star
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Know me that there is always the role of grief on glass
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I withered the tree in the heart of the garden and the grove
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Roads without rides and dumb years without spring
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You did not see, you did not eat our hearts
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You who did not see the rain, did not pick the cloud flowers
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You complain about the wetness of the roads
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You who sleep, you who wake up
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You who are drunk, you who are sober
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You share the moments of the night with the star
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Bitter moments of homelessness
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Ruthless weeks
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You were not there to see the dark night waiting
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All my stories are you, moment by moment you are me
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You are in my dream, in my sleep, you are back on your feet
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Know me that there is always the role of grief on glass
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I withered the tree in the heart of the garden and the grove
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Roads without rides and dumb years without spring
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You did not see, you did not eat our hearts
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Bitter moments of homelessness
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Ruthless weeks
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You were not there to see the dark night waiting
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All my stories are you, moment by moment you are me
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You are in my dream, in my sleep, you are back on your feet
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All my stories are you, moment by moment you are me
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You are in my dream, in my sleep, you are back on your feet |