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Long the shores of a silent stream |
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I'm picking up pieces of my life |
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Finding out |
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I was living my own dream |
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Beginning once again |
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I searched for themes that |
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I never knew before |
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It's like roaming a forest in winter searching buds buried in snow |
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I learnt new languages, new forms to proclaim |
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All the will to be so sincere, not lying to myself again |
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Roaming through forest's trees |
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Creating a white snow trail on fallen leaves |
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Oh Mother |
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Moon Illuminate my return 'cause the road |
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I took is so obscure |
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Sinking and drowning in a sea of fears |
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Showing compassion to the moan |
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Already happened in day long gone |
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The silk dilemma is the key, it's still for me |
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One by one the lights fade out |
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The fright-night covers all with her cloak |
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You cannot name the colour of the dark |
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I fall into a dream |
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From the lands lying at the end of |
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World I am bringing this dress as a gift, it is made with the purest silk |
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She smiled at me, she never wore the dress |
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Touching the fabric was like holding nothing in your hand |
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Roaming through forest's trees |
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Creating a white snow trail on fallen leaves |
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Oh Mother |
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Moon Illuminate my return 'cause the road |
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I took is so obscure |
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Sinking and drowning in a sea of fears |
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Showing compassion to the moan |
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Already happened in day long gone |
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The silk dilemma is the key |
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Hold my hand - 'till the sun set off |
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I'm proud of what |
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I've done |
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At least the days |
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I've spent are so totally unique |