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From where I come, time does not exist
The seconds become hours
Short years fly away
And our misleading words are replaced
By music and colors
That float like perfumes in the amber air.
Don't be afraid, everything is finished now
Break the chains of your mortal fears
For forever in being freed
And find the past quietude
Don't be afraid, everything is finished now
Let your tears fall one last time
For forever in being freed
And rejoin the world from which you came
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The seconds become hours
Short years fly away
And our misleading words are replaced
By music and colors
That float like perfumes in the amber air.
Don't be afraid, everything is finished now
Break the chains of your mortal fears
For forever in being freed
And find the past quietude
Don't be afraid, everything is finished now
Let your tears fall one last time
For forever in being freed
And rejoin the world from which you came
Trött på det mesta..
Hatar det mesta..
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