you penetrate my dreams
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams
where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight
what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams
where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight
what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight
nothing is as it seems
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end
never
he whispers
never
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end
never
he whispers
never
ever
.
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