How many times have I asked for a dream
Dusty old hopes
Answers are there for the past
How many times have I swept the river in my eyes
While your back doesn't even speak
And your eyes, your heart, your soul, as foreign wanderers
Long distance distance I take
Crying my sad wound knelt
There is no promise no
wrong is all lost in hate
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