| Here are, when you realized
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| That that you have believed in according
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| To you light mindedness is only illusions,
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| Illusions or sham
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| And more exactly utopin of that unfeasible
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| And already unrealizable happiness that was in store by the fate
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| And that you destroyed, having believed
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| That you are the master
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| Of the world, the master of the eternal life what you can control the fate.
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| But you didn’t believe
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| That it is only a dream
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| And that all dream
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| Sometimes finished
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| This is the last day of the real existence
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| Sun is shining not as always
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| Something playful, seducing, attracting
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| Is being felt in this world, in this
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| In describable beauty of nature
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| This is only the light sunlight
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| That is been slightly
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| Hidden by the cloud.
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| Creations driving me to unspeakable delight
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| Who are you?
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| The unknown creator, the genius, who crated
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| This world, this wood, this field, this rain.
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| But this is the rain.
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| Warm summer rain, my last summer rain,
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| My tears of a deep sorrow, tears of revelations,
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| Tears of bitterness.
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| I’ll never see it again.
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| How could I be so mistaken,
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| How could I believe in unreal,
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| Attracting, but deceptive.
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| The last summer rain, so tender
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| So warm, like the most secret dream,
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| That are going through the last time.
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| The time has come
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| He time has come, time of reckoning,
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| Time of this unknown
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| That seemed so attractive
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| And that proved to be so deceptive.
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| Time of a sleep, of an eternal sleep. |