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The call of the pirmal world, the call of the firstbirth.
When I saw the eyes of sunlight, the call of the past.
Everything leads to one, evertyhing becomes one name.
I always suffer to survive return,
Disappointed in new knowledges I laugh at my reality,
Nostalgia is bringing me back to the beginning and awaken my new illnesses.
The old being wakes up when it feels the scent of the mother's milk,
Rocking in the credle of the little world - the earth,
My little world is breathing again and I'm breathing in it.
And the melody of the familiar lullaby is awakening my senses.
Morning is finding me awaken born for once more,
Another page of the book is written nostalgia, so inevitable.
The traveler is closing the circle.

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