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I cannot stand the silence
of my own weak heart
And I was once golden like the sun
Yes I was once a magnificent creature

I want to go back to the days of
sunshine
to the days of heaving trains

I want to go where the
clouds go

I want to find you looking at me
as if,
I were the final song in your soul
Have you forgotten already?

I am the stone in which you
kneel to pray
and I hear all your thoughts
and I am not afraid of
them