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The October night evaded from my past
Searching for something too big to grasp It made me wonder what was the point of it all Why go to sleep if you do not want to fall? The October night, so cold, but I was alone As I’ve been every single night before I tried to breathe but I could only exhale What did I do wrong? Why was I meant to fail? Even now I see myself forgotten In an empty room, too still to be bothered Pourquoi tu ne veux pas de m’aider? Parce que je t’aime comme tu as peur d’aimer. I asked myself so many times The October night hidden between the lines I sought the truth but I forgot I sought it where your love was not The October night revealed the stars So close to see but to touch too far I reached out and I saw a spark It was you in the sky, playing your part The October night faded away But I’ll remember it every single day It was the beginning, it was the end Of dusk, of dawn, of angel’s hand...
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