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And now I walk these streets like a stranger in my home town, Learn the language, form the words when I speak. But he changed me, I’m his ghost since he came around Now I count the hours, and the days and the weeks..... In passion and silence, Every word, every line a measure It’s the science of the soul. And his books, they breathe a reason And now, I want to know..... Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out. Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things I can’t go without And one of those is him.
Annons