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Here are, when you realized |
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That that you have believed in according |
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To you light mindedness is only illusions, |
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Illusions or sham |
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And more exactly utopin of that unfeasible |
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And already unrealizable happiness that was in store by the fate |
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And that you destroyed, having believed |
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That you are the master |
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Of the world, the master of the eternal life what you can control the fate. |
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But you didn't believe |
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That it is only a dream |
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And that all dream |
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Sometimes finished |
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This is the last day of the real existence |
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Sun is shining not as always |
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Something playful, seducing, attracting |
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Is being felt in this world, in this |
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In describable beauty of nature |
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This is only the light sunlight |
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That is been slightly |
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Hidden by the cloud. |
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Creations driving me to unspeakable delight |
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Who are you? |
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The unknown creator, the genius, who crated |
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This world, this wood, this field, this rain. |
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But this is the rain. |
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Warm summer rain, my last summer rain, |
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My tears of a deep sorrow, tears of revelations, |
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Tears of bitterness. |
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I'll never see it again. |
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How could I be so mistaken, |
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How could I believe in unreal, |
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Attracting, but deceptive. |
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The last summer rain, so tender |
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So warm, like the most secret dream, |
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That are going through the last time. |
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The time has come |
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He time has come, time of reckoning, |
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Time of this unknown |
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That seemed so attractive |
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And that proved to be so deceptive. |
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Time of a sleep, of an eternal sleep. |
