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Alive clouds are flying away from here
where there is eternal ice
I am trying to get higher fighting
the fall of the stars into the pockets of the crowd

Oh, where is that sun that I dreamed of
when I was fifteen
Oh, where are those waves
that teach love and radiate?

Poses and words are paste up over my lens
and I cannot see warmth anymore
but glimmering of eyes in the glass emptiness
will scratch the myth about the firmness of the glass

Oh, where is that sun that I dreamed of
when I was fifteen
Oh, where are those waves
that teach love and radiate?

Oh, it is OK - not to be alike everybody else
Oh, it is OK - to love because love is not a sin
So love as hard as you can

WHite lights and colorless smoke will ease the pain
of the tense eye pupils
the singing of guitars and the ringing of steel strings
will clean the reality from the rusty gods

Oh, where is that sun that I dreamed of
when I was fifteen
Oh, where are those waves
that teach love and radiate?

written by atmoravi
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from record NA PROVODE