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Embracing the breeze of a cold winter wind,
Waiting for the guardian of my secret garden,
I barely perceive by the edge of the scorched landscape,
The aura of a pure river flowing in my mind.

The lake of my mind . . .

Beyond the mountains of this grey and faded dimension,
Collapse by thunder, a light upon darkness,
I stand by the lake where wisdom kisses my soul,
From this non-touchable pure water I seek,
The truth all behind the humans’ creation,
Drinking the honey of a new knowledge,
A thick liquid full of grandeur,
A river dwelling in my mind,

The lake of my mind . . .

I wander, along the lake of my destiny,
The lake of knowledge and purity,
I fill up my mind with the essence that flows through it,
I wander, along the lake of my mind,

The caress of a soft perfume,
Laying down my anger to an absolute delight,
An addiction, a strange pale surface,
A new torrent toward illumination,

For those who search for their harmony,
Dig up your passion of immortality;
Rummage in yourself; drop your frenzied temptation,
And discover the lake...

The lake of my mind...

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