There are so many names
Of my own me maybe
I want to save it
Or my heart
My longing
Where seems the moon is falling
staying behind the curtains
From clouds of long ago
Begun time
This is the other reality
Where the past is in chains
In the forest of immortal dreams
We life our days looking for comfort in illusion
Where seems the moon is falling
Where the stream of memories is
In one kind forest of dead trees
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