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Breathless
The sleep of the day is torn
With sadness
I'm a spy in the garden of stones
Endless
Never in my time again
Senseless
The Angel's dead, my silence slain
Nothing
Turns to something that I know
Thousand
Years of darkness time will flow
Sleeping
In the space between two sides
Weeping
Birds that missed their flight
It doesn't kill me
But why doesn't it make me strong
Iron frost has chained my body to the walls
And the hope is gone from the dreamer's soul
So the longest torture lasts
The shorter is this song
Now I know it all is led to be the last
Now I feel I cannot scrab it from the rust
The shelter of my dream is crumbled down
So I can't see the faces all around
Breathless
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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