I run when the siren dies
I run from the mysterious smiles
Hope, fear, anguish aside
I run in dreams, reality bites.
I have my words, tied in colours
I see through woods in the darkest hour
Ringing bells and smell of power
I'm too deaf for the truth is here.
I run from the mysterious smiles
Hope, fear, anguish aside
I run in dreams, reality bites.
I have my words, tied in colours
I see through woods in the darkest hour
Ringing bells and smell of power
I'm too deaf for the truth is here.
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