The mind is lost in silence
Drooping in love
Drops of sweat dull dreams
Tired i guess in the soul
I shouted miserably
Not pitched may be
Without a word of conscience open eyes
You who faithfully decorate my heart
Wash the sweat to reach the dream
Your great zeal awakens the hardness
Love may not be all beautiful dreams
Maybe the dream will not be real
But real you are the answer to me and tomorrow
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