I turn my faith into mountains
you walk out of this sentence
I treat you , like a runner
You fight under a false banner.
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And this is how we do exist
and there is something we softly miss
Solitary dreaming,as solid, as solid as ever
my solitary time, future,whenever, visionary
past,as visions turn always into ordinary things...
spinning forever.
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My film seems to be running, day dream,dicing and
drowning, I can see it cocooning and then it starts to get
lude here....
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And this is how we do exist
and there is something we softly miss
Solitary dreaming,as solid, as solid as ever
my solitary time, future,whenever, visionary
past,as visions turn always into ordinary things...
spinning forever.................................
