Once I had a dream, what dream?
That time life was as dim as night in the stream
Then the atmosphere was bruised by the shinning swords
And the livers of life had scars in their words
I could see a bird singing in the deep-blurred cloud
But I couldn't hear the ballad of its tune as too loud
Then I thought of a day before nightmare
Where simple tone cracked loudly in tearing that very rare

Then I got up and asked a question that I don't know
About what and why the world became what it's now
But in a grieved pain,none has the answer
Except those that still and those who roar'd
Where you will have many dreams, but have little to fulfill
In the world where none still has that deal

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