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A wound of the sleeping sun
It's opened;that's why The sky it's red... And the rain that you all see It is not rain; Those are my blood tears Dripping from the sleeping sun... And it rains over your grave Sweet angel of my dreams Trying to bring alive The flowers of our chained love; 'cause that's how our love was- Chained to us. A haunted sea my heart's right now Without you to calm it down... Like a prisoner in my room I am Without you to speak with And like an orphan I feel right now Without you,to sleep in your arms. My words are runing away in the dark Without you to hear them And I'm feeling alone and alone again Everyday that passes by,without you here. I miss you like the sunshine that I've never seen since one year 'till now; This is what I think at one year since You left me,sweet angel of my dreams. And the sun it's still hurt and it bleeds Over and over again Since one year 'till now...
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