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DreamweaverAre you knocking at the right door?You ask for the secrets hidden far away Where your mind doesn't see A snow realm made of sadness and immenseness Do you can see something deep in my eyes? Your lack of strength won't understand the Mysteries inside It's not simply that you can't feel the storm's essence The feeble breeze talks about my memories So you don't have thoughts to see the signs of my axiom Through never ending snow covered forests Our voices sing the supernatural tune of winter If you think that I'm a wrong dreamer ask To the trees about the incessant whispering I don't have the pink-happy tales for you just Green and blue dreams made of tears from The river of sorrow |