Daring to live endless fantasies
Swearing to life loyal faith
Trying to fulfill my dutties
as the master of my dreams
Giving a step through the fog
searching for a precious light
looking for uncovered answers
in the middle of my mind
As a codded foreign language
a direction with no end
Foolish silence of confusion
Lost train station in my brain
I want the liquor from your glory
I need the taste that brings your sense
I wish the tears from their lost story
I long the time that you were there.
SDIH (2003)
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