How difficult it is to find you
how difficult it is to seek calm
fringes of an Oxidian sun
they will spill out
If the wind does not shake the painting my vision becomes blurred
and the sky that I can see the faithful mirror of the warm illusion
take care of me...
My romance is being left behind
it is being left so out of reach
echoes of a rusty gong< br/>they will be liquidated
departing on an uncertain train towards the unknown
left on the horizon without a solution the city is erased
your place...
Today I feel allied to the empire meridian of horror
I am a syrup, I am a cloud of methane in collision,
lackluster
How difficult it is to find you
how difficult it is to seek calm

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