Well, how are you?
I carry it like this, in silence
Aside from what I once dreamed of
As if joy took back its hand
Not to mention can't reach me
I might even think it was all a dream
I put on my new shoes and go for a walk
Alone, however I can, I'll go to the edge
Some nonsense, I don't even cry anymore
I'm just carrying the longing for my brunette
And that's all worth it

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