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In an indifferent town
where everything moves non-stop
lives a still homeless man
who writes in a book endlessly
no one seen any word in that withered book
What is there?
He barely looks what's around
never drops his old pen
he just writes

Prophecies or his memories
what's inside this book
will someone ever find it?
In its pages lies the mystery of an eerie soul
who no one will discover

What's inside his spirit?
What are his ambitions?
What he wants to tell us?
Does someone cares?
What this man is thinking?
What this man is feeling?
In a non-stop city,
does someone care about that?

In a cold winter night his body said stop
he has gone
found with his book in his hands
all its words were revealed to the world
No one did even care what was written there
no one asked
burnt into flames with his book
he's finally one with his words

Where is now his spirit?
What were his ambitions?
Where are now his words?
Does someone cares?
What this man was thinking?
What this man was feeling?
In a non-stop city,
did someone care about that?

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