Last night I heard the child
He was calling...over...
it seemed so quiet...so unforeseable
in that cold night...
Nothing changed for them...
moving on that old wood
nobody answered or cared this agitation...
and black images moved near light...
I pray to you beautiful woman
you could look at the cruel battle
you could touch the plagues
and you can see the honour and the doubts...
move my mind throught that river...
throught those wild hills...
looking at me, running in my eyes,
following me is not enough...
Please beautiful woman...talk to me...
Free my head...take the ignorance away...
dance around my soul...let me cry...

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