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I’m trying to believeThat the world I can seeIs the best that could be..Or only fantasy?That’s why I can’t sleepAwaken in agonyListening to deepfalling symphony..So why am I aloneThere’s no place calling homeJust walls with faded doorAnd girl of lonely hope.That girl is really meIn the mirror poetryHer sadness is so freeThat becomes energy.So cure of mind will leaveA hole in memoryBut freedom will revealThe true side of me.
