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It's many nights

the cloud takes to make the rain

And i was so died

more than a time to leave the pain

Suddenly!

I found them all

my heart

my parts

my soul

I was in the room

of the kindess heaven

So many people there

and many hands are waving

I'm flying there

and lost my shits away

Too many chairs

i feel beside me lays

Then i'm into it

it's all alright a bit

In the room i like

In the room i love

I found myself