My loneliness is a sad city, I roam it's streets, I count it's pavements. And when night falls, angry horses come running through it, startled by lightning.
My loneliness is a land, filled with blooming trees, But when the fruits ripen, they fall and decay, For there is no-one to gather them, no-one to care.
My loneliness is a longing, Crying out for something beyond the senses, And outside the skin.
My loneliness is a sad city,
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήI roam it's streets, I count it's pavements.
And when night falls, angry horses come running through it, startled by lightning.
My loneliness is a land, filled with blooming trees,
But when the fruits ripen, they fall and decay,
For there is no-one to gather them, no-one to care.
My loneliness is a longing,
Crying out for something beyond the senses,
And outside the skin.
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