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Last look in the mirror
Stand at the window, lit by a candle
When the wind speaks the truth in whisper
Forgive me my dear, I don’t know how to handle
These words I’m trying to put together
If someone could hand over to me
A smile, a sigh
A proof of what’s been done (Nothing but a sign)
My tears would turn into a river
If the desert could still open his arms to me
Nothing to say, my soul starts to wither
I’m fading away like an angel who’s lost his wings
Fall in the sea
Stand at the window, lit by a candle
When the trees throw their shadows on my face
Goes another hour, the air caresses colder
These souvenirs I’m trying to gather
If someone remembers something of me
A smile, a sigh
A proof of what’s been done (Nothing but a sign)
My tears would turn into a river
If the desert could still open his arms to me
Nothing to say, my soul starts to wither
I’m fading away like an angel who’s lost his wings
Fall in the sea
Stand at the window, the candle’s nearly over
A last look in the mirror to be sure I won’t forget
There are clouds on my ceiling, the floor’s flooded yet
I’m slowly sinking (drowning), it’s quite silent, I guess
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