See the star falling from the sky.
Tonight I cry, but I don’t know why.
I cry, because you refused to be mine.
So I cry till the sun shines.
See the dust in the wind
Turning round in the air.
But you’ll be just a dream forever.
And this world is like a game,
Everyone here has its own name.
And there was place for you,
But you refused.
Unfortunately, it’s true.
Now, alone, I live in my world.
Where nobody will never say to me a word.
And now, alone, I can say:
“I’m Blind Man, and my world is pale…”
Blind Man
© Copyright: Летящий Вдаль, 2005
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