(c) Christophe Vacher

There it stands with all its might and dreams
Life within its inner heart of stone
Looming into the sky, catching the warm beams
of the rising morning summer sun

Oh what fortune must it be
to expire your care
Only a trace of the twinkling light
Will wash away my never ending nightmare

The desire takes control of my mind and makes it torn
by the hope her face would turn to me
and give me that friendly smile
I yearned for since the day the man was born

Go to the sunny twilight




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