In the dark nights
Sometimes they come back souvenirs
legacy of remote memories
And the sun's reflection in my thinking lies
fights with the dark clouds from my phobias
soaked
Dress spectra of merry
rummaging through the ruins inhabited by silent warriors
ruthless shadows of deceit
Sometimes they come back souvenirs
legacy of remote memories
And the sun's reflection in my thinking lies
fights with the dark clouds from my phobias
soaked
Dress spectra of merry
rummaging through the ruins inhabited by silent warriors
ruthless shadows of deceit
disharmonious regrets
wind ranged from foreign
It radiates the grooves of my memories
The new light Colour of my sun
of love and fire
Trace the boundaries of the night thinking
Moving In a sweet painting on canvas
's still a draft innocent
The new light Colour of my sun
of love and fire
Trace the boundaries of the night thinking
Moving In a sweet painting on canvas
's still a draft innocent
How tender ivy
An image comes from the bottom
A future tale spreads
His deep shade
An image comes from the bottom
A future tale spreads
His deep shade
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