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I sweet talk the stars
Life, which life has stolen my Loneliness
In a hollow dream
Empty hearts in a silent night
Which one is you
There I Breathe Again
I am the hands that wiped the Gods’ tears
Guide me through the moisture on your lips
To Kala
My days grew old and grey
I Splash from above
My Woman
Hell is it you my soul
I am Waiting
I look for the passion that posses a woman
Who am I
The Indian
Empty I feel the wind
To you my father
Are words my rapture
Universe, I call upon you to enlighten me
Follow me to the edge of that dream
I run into the alley of thoughts
You with your defined beauty
I follow your shadow to the edge of your dreams
The kiss of the sunken sun
To You
I am blind

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