My mind dances a whirlwind
but my face, ah my face - displays my infinity
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the movement is inward.The rhythm of my dreams intensity echos my
laughter. For the clouds are quite beautiful
and your eyes are exceedingly dark

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I follow the curve
an image closes the distance
for unknown; in your movement I become a perfect song

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The street of missing persons
Its so quiet here
so peaceful

and the future rushes towards me with astonishing speed

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