Water gives a sigh
My hair seems to be seized by the wind
But I must continue this trip never looking back
Whirl absorbed, water gives a sigh
Through's are reserved, water is darkening
Gray blow is my home
Nice weather was, is and will be today
Now I'll transpire, gray blow is my home
Still I am doomed to be in this walls of myself
They prevent my words
I fell in love with myself
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