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Sometimes answers are wrong.

Broken hearts and damaged faith.

A forgotten hope, it's all around me.

A chain of pearls is our past

And the secrets of my soul

Crying blue rain and then embrace the sorrow.

Like sand slipping through my fingers

Looking for the biggest storm,

Waiting for the end of all my horrors

Once I had a little dream

When I feared of the dark

Also waiting for the end of sorrows

I walk alone a road next to a lonely tree

A crownless farewell no more stories to tell...

To tell stories...

Like sand slipping through my fingers

Looking for the biggest storm,

Waiting for the end of all my horrors

Once I had a little dream

When I feared of the dark

Also waiting for the end of sorrows

Like sand slipping through my fingers

Looking for the biggest storm,

Waiting for the end of all my horrors

Once I had a little dream

When I feared of the dark

Also waiting for the end of sorrows