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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-12-29 | | Let it go With the flow, No need to hide! Let your dreams go, Don't keep them Inside you! No need to damage, The beauty of your soul With bad judgements and wrong conclusions! Hey! It's crazy to say "I've saved the day!" In a silly way Do you remeber it was in september When I got this mark of unwanted! And always hunted By crazy desires And lost in the fire Just ashes, I got! I was like Phonix My friend, That old bird, Flying alawys so high And burning fast In the sacred ashes of a dream. Do you know me? I am the Phonix Drifted away from the sea And dumped on this desert island... Look around me Sand... and again sand Yes a drop of yellow sand I'm too yellow! I supposed to be gray Because you my friend Are gray And I must fallow this stupid rule With ashes to ashes And dust to dust At the end! This it's all that last! Yellow to yellow No sand, just dust!
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