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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-07-16 | | To touch the blues of my lost skies My mind is leaping like a dead frog Distances which I can’t reach Stays there with an ironic smile-deep rooted A piece of dream is still exciting Within its lost colors A piece of cloud is still exciting Within its lost rains My shadow is parting from me As if it was never mine A foot I let ahead Is taking me two feet backwards My heart is still leaping ahead To touch the blues of my lost skies Green is spreading in front of my eyes Making me blind to see other Green of my rain is lost somewhere Like the fading note of another rain song My rain is leaping ahead To touch the blues of my lost skies
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