this is the beginning
but it seems like an end
I don't know what it is
feel rage and emptiness at the same time
the seventh night
the last hand*
it starts
and it has passed
everything is mine
both the light and the water
the man is OK
but I'm not sure about her
I don't know what it is
but lately
often I think
only about her
how she walks, how she laughs, what she sings was made by me, I could know
but when she dreams, I lose her, I watch her as she sleeps
she only does what she wants, it seems like she's not sure about something
she's working in mysterious ways today**
the seventh night
and I'm hovering over the water
the stars in my hand
I would trade for a day
everything is mine
but lately
I don't know what it is
feel rage and emptiness at the same time
I am alone
for eternity
how she walks, how she laughs, what she sings was made by me, I could know
but when she dreams, I've lost her, I watch her as she sleeps
she only does what she wants, it seems like she's not sure about something
she's working in mysterious ways today**

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