And in my hiding
Strike of the sun, feeling of the night
Your hands are asleep
I can't wait
One morning I will rise again
And shine in the seasons
That we are still two
Oh happily together
All day long
When is the last storm
I don't know if I will run
Or will I walk away to you
A morning of loneliness again
No one to hug and be with
A heart that was forced to be wounded
My usual path
A whole day of flow
When is the last storm?

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