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I woke up to a fresh new morning, I could hardly move my limbs |
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A cold winter breeze touched my face, I shivered |
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A new day, a new beginning, so I took the few I had, |
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And I was back on the road again. |
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I've been travelling for long, seen many miracles, |
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The mysteries of the ocean's deep, the cloud seizing mountaintops, |
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The ruins of worlds passed away, and the masterpiece of blooming cultures. |
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Wherever I walked, life escorted me, wearing different masks every time, |
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And once in a while I was shown her mysteries, all the cunning games full of riddles, |
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Covered by secrets leading to simplicity, I have found the key to solve the puzzles of the way ahead |
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With every step, I left something behind, but I've taken many with me, |
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My bag is full of memories, each one picked carefully by me, so that I can have them with me all the time. |
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They seem to build me up. They paint a picture of a person. |
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Almost like the one I want to become, closer and closer. But the painting is still not finished. |
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Only for today, for today will it be, as I'll wake up tomorrow again. |
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I wanted to stop today, again. Sometimes I don't feel like changing anymore. |
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Perhaps I should rest, find peace for a while, |
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As long as peace embraces me with gentle arms, before loneliness welcomes. |
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Sometimes it traps me, and I want to avoid feeling bad. But then it's already bad. |
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I learned to head for the good itself, and wake up like this every morning. |
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I'll have a long day again, so it's time |
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It's time to depart, this world still has treasures unknown. |