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Estel

Trough a closed window
The world outside it’s mirrored
In my room

And I can’t deny
This desire to die
With the stars in my heart

See the suspended leaves
They float as if by magic
A simple spell
You can’t see

And I can’t deny
This desire to die
With the stars in my heart

When the light will be a feeble shade in my closed eyes
and I will have nothing more to dream,
except the treasures of my remembrance,
I will be able to feel this enchantment
and fill this silence with songs and voices?
Don’t leave me, until’ the last drop of life and then,
only shining dew shall reflect the azure wastelands
where free birds fly.
To be a part of the game,
the everlasting becoming…
…This is my promise to myself,
this is my only hope…
to die with the stars in my heart…



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