Lara Nil
Nil Lara
Who could
Navigate through yesterday
Who could
Walk and not run
Who had
The patience of cloud, woe to the cloud
Who could
Walk where I walked, where I walked
My hand is hard
Crying for the burn
I will only arrive
My face is cold
Your blood fills mine
I will only arrive
Whoever could
Know, know, know
Whoever could
Not cry when to be loved, woe to the loved one
Whoever had
The innocence of a baby, of a baby, of a baby
Who could
Feel young again
My hand remains hard
Crying the burn
I will only arrive
My face remains cold
Your blood fills mine
Only I will be
My hand is hard
Crying the burn
I will only get there
My face is cold
Your blood fills mine
I will only cry
The hand It's hard for me
Crying the burn
My face is cold
Your blood fills mine
My hand is hard
Burning it
I'll only get there ©

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