A silence, a dream
Memories passing by…
A time past; an open grave.
There are things left undone.
Chorus: Landscapes of joy and triumph
Surroundings of bliss,
Colors saturating…
A yearning burning,
a disturbed sleep,
dreams of dissatisfaction.
Landscapes of sorrow and hate
But the yearning is still there
Colors now gone, emptiness remain
Drained, and hope that dies…
Chorus
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