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Fără titlu
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From the second plane
I can’t moor my sailing ship în shores;
Are breaking up the ropes sent like the cob-web,
Clarity of moment with out point of support,
Mirror only me upon the waves.
How I want we be filled with joie de vivre,
Keeping our hearts framed,
And I want take out my ego what I find
Being entrapped with, catched under a sky.
The ropes sent are still breaking up,
I can’t moor my sailing ship în shores,
And the music from the noise of waves,
Is rockin’me is rockin’me how is in dreams.
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