In the bitterness of my dream
Looking what no one can see
Seen what can never be
Believing that is not me
Treasure of the dream
That opens the windows
Where the eye can see
What can never be
Thru the love that stand
In the other hand
By the other land
No, this is not she.
Falling on the ground
Looking all around
Loosing all the proud
Oh my god, is me.
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