What to say, whom to say.
Thousand dreams died yesterday yet a hundred ready to die
It’s a miracle that when eyes open I find myself dreaming
Else who knows what happens when dreams die
All night I kept walking with my shadow side by side
A moment of ecstasy after thousand agonies
Still I loved life after its thousand lies
Wht a piece of filosophy:P
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