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What was that sound?
It yearns for my attention,
caresses my ears
and leaves no objections.
In the maze of blinding lights
I always find the way.
The one and the last,
the last cause it's the one.
In the maze of
in the maze of
in the maze of
in the maze of
blinding lights
This fire
I'll keep it close to me.
It will burn
endlessly.
Gentle chills
with the peace of mind.
Autumn night
with a sip of wine.
Indian summers' warming wind
brought familiar sound of the footsteps.
Levitating like a swirl
I'm letting your darkness in.
This fire
I'll keep it close to me.
It will burn
endlessly.
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