Calm the face as I wander No purpose clear Target obvious How mad Paper work To prove I’m mad With one song in my ear Sweet of voice The Irish angel all I hear Summer kisses And silly sighs Contemplating Transparent wind To clear my mind As I wonder The journey started there At the temple of her charm The journey should end there Between her arms How sad She’s the reason I’m mad I waited all day In the devil’s play ground It’s been so long since we are apart Soft light rain Ointment on your wounds to ease the pain Honest the heart With many scars As at outrage Lied the face With no smile on the lips That once had its first kiss It’s an art that we learn Truth is hidden Conceal your pain You mean nothing to me But in your heart There is only one name And one truth She means the world to you Shut your heart Freeze your face To forget is just a grace It’s an art that we learn Time is slow like turtles As you wonder in circles Pain is cure… cure is pain
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