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The palace of the orchids that you built
Went to the pieces as the castle of sand I don’t see sense in point of the ideas Around me is longing, longing, longing again It seems as if this all is a nightmare And darkness will disperse soon as I wake And hundreds ravens will fly down from midnight tops But heart is whispering to me ‘I won’t come back’ I won’t come back in the embrace of light My road is leading in nowhere There are no answers in a lot of splinters To the question ‘why did I arrive right here? ’ Wave washed away all of my memories And there’s nothing left of former me, And all the long lost wishes are so vain Yesterday I still existed, today I don’t, Afterwards is nothing… 10.04.2006
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