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it's just an empty word that often drowns behind the illusions
Yet we always try to encourage our disbelieves with such a frailty word
I often stand against the wind with my both eyes shut
Inhaling natures oldest way to tell you exactly what you want to hear
But not even once I recalled your name
Not even once
As the sun burns the horizon, and as the darkness settles in,
this night will be as lonely as the next one
However, for the first time in months I do hope for a sunrise