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Beyond The Clouds
When the rain fell down throught the daylight
I was loking outside from my window
I have seen a flyin sparrow on the street
The Rain is falling down to her little wings
She’s stil trying to fly
In the search of a place to hide
Under a leaf or a tree’s hollow
But she can’t find it, cause there is nothing
She has come, under my window
When I remember my childhood
I feel like a wet sparrow in the city
And I know that she likes me
So she knows that I like her
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One world we all come from,
one world we melt into one |
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Acoustic
