So many time... So many dreams.. Passed away, became the ghosts... With sadness or a joyful screams... It was miracle of distant coasts. . Fantastic downs, fantastic dusk, Smiles under the sweet music... Then passion turned into rusk, What was electric now is acoustic... What was a cry now is a void, Without flash, with no sound. All was enjoying now is destroyed With only deep darkness around. The darkest hour before the dawn, Just nothing matters, anyways You must forget and must go on! It was no more than wasted days! | 
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