Peter Crowley Fantasy Dream - Evening Tale Тексты

My heart capsizes…
Life, Dream, Reality, Illusion…
Can we really make the difference...
All those words are nothing...
Nothing really exists...
People chose their way of life...
Mine...Is my dream...
The innocence of a child...
The imagination...
Escapist...
My name today...
And for evermore...
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