I would see them
Before they would become too real
I would shout out
The last word to exist before they it steal
And I hide for the world
And I hide for the light
The light make me blind
I would take a last walk outside
Before my soul would become too weak
I would fly a last time up to the sky
Before the sorrow would take my wings
And I hide for the world
And I hide for the light
The light make me blind
And I will cry...
Because I miss you...
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