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I CLOSE MY EYES,
AND SEE MY THOUGHTS'
SCATTERED ON THE BEACH,
A THOUSAND FACES LOOKING UP,
REGARDLESS OF MY SPEECH,
TO THEM, I SHOUT, " OH, CAN YOU HEAR ?",
THEY LISTEN, BUT DON'T ANSWER,
YOUR FACE IS TANGLED IN MY HAIR,
IN TURN 'S BECOME THE DANCER.
WRECK OF A SHIP, IS PART OF ME,
THAT PIECE WHICH LIES IN RUINS,
I THINK BACK FAR AND DON'T BELIEVE,
MY LIST OF EVIL DOINGS,
THE SOUND ARE STRANGE,
A TEAR ROLL DOWN,
MY MIND IS SLOWLY DYING,
THE COST OF LOVE IS DEAR TO ME,
I'LL NEVER STOP CRYING.
