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• Artiste: Sirrah
• Titre: Rhea
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To understand the stream of words That in one moment subside into silence Only to be reborn at the least expected time But having lost the truth and original meaning If I could fly Oh if I could fly But I'm not able even t'rise or tell colours Here comes the time Can't hear the applause Appreciation Here comes the time to stop! A thread ties strong the fibres of my hatred Tightening the loop that hangs around my neck The walls go sparking Start tearing of my skin This miserable coat that won't let me run away I scrape myself searching for a way to escape Knowing it is bound to fail Can see some lonely drops congealing on the handrail Even teh longest day must sometime come to an end To cath up with at least one thought That dies, dissolves in twinkling of an eye Among faded pages taht are dampened with sweat In remote comes of non-existence frenzy If I could fly But I'm not able even t'rise or tell colours Can't hear applause Appreciation Here comes time To stop! Presenting my left hand The right one? Who cares? It left me...