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I see a vagabound
creeping down a street
his hands on his wounded knees
he's coming near,
I can look in his eyes
through this dirty skin shines
blossomned life
he's lost in his dreams
he's lost in his wishes
lost in a tale far from reality
no, he doesn't take
his eyes from me
the world changed immediately
the world turns inside out
I'm imprisoned
by his fantasy
this look imprisoned me
this look imprisoned me
I'm lost in his tears
I'm lost in his tears
lost in a tale of a lonely man
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