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17h
Maybe from the cloudy sky of our eyes
The sun has travelled forever

I call him: O sun, O
shining  dream of the world
The world became dark, day became continuous nights

In this intense cold  which is so desperate and deadly, you are the only hope, O silent and tired lantern

He said, my heart wants to fly to the land of light
But the lasso of darkness ties my wings

If you are searching for a solution, listen to me to reveal the secret
A hundred sayings are equal to one deed

One lighted candle is better than hundreds of murmurs
Go light the candle of your soul, O silent  heartbroken one

If your hearts forget to get used to darkness
The army of light will rise little by little
All Promete
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All Promete  M/Persia
(M/Persia)   
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