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jueves, abril 26

Searching for sunlight, there in your room.
Trolling for one light, there in the gloom
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.

All things are nothing, there in your tomb
All things are nothing, assured is your doom.
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.

The laughing and joking, they all end too soon
Forgotten memories, forgotten tunes
You dream of a better day, alone with the moon.

That day, it's coming soon
Alone with the moon...


A mucha gente le gustaría encerrarse en un cuarto oscuro.

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