Within this endless night,
Dream created by my mind,
Nothing seems real,
Deserted buildings and fields.
Seems like a long time has passed,
Since the last tenants left this place,
The streets are covered with the rolls of hay
And the world is nothing but gray

Running through these empty streets,
Trying to find somebody I knew,
To resolve this puzzling dream,
But is it a dream? 'cause it feels so real,
Can't wake up but trying so hard,
Trapped myself deep in my mind,
Am I awake? Is this rising sun?
Am I awake? Is this dream done?

Can it be true?
Has it really come?
Can this be true?
It's the end of times

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