Here's my book and a pen
Eight in the morning and
It's a while that I don't see you.
I’m wondering about all of this
I would not say I need you.
But I do have a strange feeling.
My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.
There is no strength for more pain.
I’ve reached no turning point
No rest in this walk under the rain.
At home, the sheets of the bed left undone,
I can’t have no sleep, But I need a dream.
My dream is to walk away
To reach you in some fairy-place
And to remain.
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