Staring the horizon The other side of the world Breathing the thin air that smell like roses The shadows pull me Through a thousand clocks There..., Running in circle Swing through the wind Smiling, laughing Seeking and hiding In the colourful playground Sarcastically believing It is what it is In a second, Curtain was torn down Glasses shattered at the sound of a horn The silent blow of whispers Dancing in the air Like petals with a curse It is à cruel curse Running in circle Holding it tight Dancing, smiling, laughing Believing it is what it is In a thousand clocks Petals swing with the sound Cursing at the fall Not knowing it is a lovely cursed Walking on the path Smelling the lavenders It is a curse i should have start Many years ago The smell of roses The fallen petals Shimmers the butterfly Hurrying to the horizon Believing it is what is
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