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The days of days go
coming for the second minute
Somewhere a bird flies
A feather will fall to the valley
Tirelessly time flies for us
When waiting for something
So soft the music sounds
HER soul is so painful
Closing the eyes will run
Love is blind love is forgotten
In the space of pure life
Wandering dreams and hopes
Hidden away footpath
Over the horizon in the fog
You see I stand
and waiting to meet you...