I am your illusion
airy voices never really guide
shift the left perspective to the silverside
of selfignited candlelight
in vain frustrations future-slide
whisper with the wind in my head
let me whisper something else instead
something of a thousand thunderstorms
fury till the morning comes
one-dimensional in all its long forgotten tries
to play the memory of a thousand seasontides
fingers touch the tones that only time provides
hearts resound the soundtrack for these sudden rushrides
link this into existency
what do you know of me
for all you know reality
is just another fantasy...
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 maart 2005 | ||
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