Nights follow days and Days follow nights without stopping To a single moment Simply because that's Our life anytime... These days and nights are hiding Our secrets... We just do things in between These days and nights and We think that no one watches us anytime... Our life goes on like this Until somoene uncovers our hidden secrets... We try to hide our faces behind Our fingers thinking that Everything has gone away... We do what we like, but When we're discovered by others, then It's like our inevitable end... That's the way we behave When we have energy and When we have vitality towards things... ______________________________________________________________________
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