here could be your dragons
all books are empty, time stands still
you`d be forsaken then forgiven
and then denied in being real
the day is blind, the night is mirror
we all are condemned from the start
there`s no number differs from zero
you broke the glass - i fell apart
i touched a soap-bubble
and disappeared but didn`t felt
now every doubt we have in double
i touched a snowflake and start to melt
here could be your dragons
just empty windowpane instead
there is no past, there`s nothing follows
and even present wasn`t yet
electric thoughts filled up our minds
nightingale sings about uselessness of time
flutes get loud or quiet throughout the theme
and only rhythm stays the same
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