| In this street men come and go
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| They walk on the edge of the path
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| Deaf to the sound of birds
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| So that, one by one
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| They vanish in the sands of eternity
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| My heart beats with the rain
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| Knowing neither gain nor loss
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| I’m the silent sea
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| I’m the loneliness
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| I’m the loneliness
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| My gates are open
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| I’m searching for memories
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| Among the ruins of men
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| In the vortex of time
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| No road is too distant
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| [I don’t need a motive
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| To join the party of life ] Given my wings of madness you can fly
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| To the highest heavens
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| Where poetry blooms
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| I’m the bride of blessed or damned
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| I’m the loneliness
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| I’m a game of chance
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| I see beyond the mask
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| There are no heroes
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| When I change the colour of things
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| I’m the loneliness
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| [Anxiety and sadness
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| Are only paranoid illusions] I’m the silent sea
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| I’m the loneliness
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| I’m the loneliness
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| My gates are open
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| I’m searching for memories
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| Among the ruins of men
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| In the vortex of time
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| No road is too distant
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| You walk in front of your soul
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| Until the slow decay of things
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| And fallen leaves hide the path
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| When the noise of rain replaces the songs of birds
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| You will find again
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| You will find me
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| I’m the silent sea
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| I’m the loneliness
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| I’m the loneliness
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| My gates are open
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| I’m searching for memories
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| Among the ruins of men
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| In the vortex of time
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| No road is too distant
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| [I don’t need a motive
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| To join the party of life
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| I find comfort In caos and confusion
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| I laugh at those who do not dare] |