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Why again did i let myself believe
anything could be different,
that anything could change...
that my nightmare
would come to an end,
and my fairytale take wing
Why once more did i let myself fall,
into dreams and hopes,
of that one special boy,
when all the fackts and
the spinning of the world,
they all point to, no return,
Why this time too did i go too far,
and now on my knees,
i weep and moan,
like the sun i once had,
has come to its journeys end,
so indeed has become my life,
this dark and pitiful,
creature of the night,
in agony she wonders,
searching for the hand she once had