995\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Where from I stole all the light<\/p>\n
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I promised to paint very day<\/p>\n
A portrait of my face<\/p>\n
Turning unlike durion\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s<\/p>\n
better and younger<\/p>\n
The hairs whitened a bit but<\/p>\n
Sparkle in my eyes brightened<\/p>\n
Where from I stole all the light<\/p>\n
You asked<\/p>\n
Me<\/p>\n
And how could I tell you<\/p>\n
That these sparkles were the reflections<\/p>\n
Of your mischievous smiles<\/p>\n
In a lake of lies<\/p>\n
That we tell<\/p>\n
When we are short of arguments<\/p>\n
And dialogue becomes a casualty<\/p>\n
Of the need to absorb<\/p>\n
Silence\u00c2\u00a0 that smells just like<\/p>\n
Your breaths<\/p>\n
Ever and ever again<\/p>\n
I smell those<\/p>\n
And rejuvenate the spring<\/p>\n
That every body said was going to dry<\/p>\n
But it has more water now then ever before<\/p>\n
Is it like a lamp<\/p>\n
Which brightens before<\/p>\n
It stops for ever<\/p>\n
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I pray, not<\/p>\n
But you know, it is this which I have sought<\/p>\n
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995\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0 Where from I stole all the light I promised to paint very day A portrait of my face Turning unlike durion\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s better and younger The hairs whitened a bit but Sparkle in my eyes brightened Where from I stole all the light You asked Me And how could I tell you That these sparkles … <\/p>\n