Illusions.
lost behind us, or maybe it's only you.
anytime, anyhow, just a memory.
when things go breaking in front of you.
the door is locked, from the inside.
Time goes on, taking the prizes.
and no matter how hard she tries.
the tears are falling, one by one.
the sky is just a blue blur of emptiness.
As the moonlight clears the sky.
the lonely old man try to keep himself warm.
the night comes to embrace him.
and the sonata is played, once again.
Dreams are fading away, and you cry.
winter has come, with the sounds and melodies.
the gods abanddon you...just for a moment.
and you ask yourself....why?
Along de road, burning in flames.
the birds keep flying to the north.
as the clock stops ticking.
we try to figure out why...
...why here?
why now?
why us?...
....why me?
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