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The life is just a myth
And I’m the moonlight daughter
And through the light I live.
My dreams are on the wings of Dreamer
Who thinks the same - he’s lost
In flames of Night Realm and
Where seems to live the most.
My words are on the strings of Music
I left them there for the World
And hands are looking for the time mill
And all my dreams are still not sold.
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