the mystery of time
a cloud of mist
at the festival of leaves
I take shelter
hundreds of images pass before my eyes
hundreds of the past brought back by the breeze of the wind
just laugh or why not
my feelings are played by the crazy and the rain
and who can't be made to dance by the rain
and who can't be made crazy by the rain
dropped of the sky
the one of adoption
thousands of memories carried by the mist
hundreds of pictures pass by in my eyes
hundreds of the past brought back by the breeze
just laugh or why not
my feelings are being played by the crazy and the rain
and who can't be made to dance by the rain
and who can't be made crazy by the rain

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