It is what it is
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
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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