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Nightmare of my Existence

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under the fog
over the hill
there is a man running
Trying to find some peace of mind

Out on the road
there are fireflies circling
Go to your dreams, forget it all
My spirit sighs

Into the dark
there are eyelids closing
In helpless prayers
a hope lives on

In the forest
across the river
she whispers on my ears
Open a door and the moon will fall !!

 

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