and forget all my lies
you scent is like a poem to the sun
every year goes by
the more fragile i become
the faster goes the clock
the sadness had overcome
i dont want to bury my lovers, they keep me alive
this is just a new kind of sadness which i need to get used to
i can't lie to you but i will
i can't hold on to you but i do
the dream is over or the dreamer has gone?
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