Too many ghosts in the dark, too many castles on the sand.
How come we used to be so young, and shining future’s turned so sad.
The shadows are too long for me, the sand long blown with the wind.
We only wanted to be free but faced the door without key.
The world is closing up today, the borders gaining their heights
What our children’d have to face seems like a long and lonely night.
Too many ghosts in the dark
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