There was something empty when dawn picked up the day
There is something different when dusk comes and goes
My days are silent, I want to run and search
I am exhausted and exhausted, with a stumbling step I searched for an unending dream
Now at dusk, when the soul is shackled silently and stop singing
I want you to knit the days to the end.....
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