..there are times, when all the world's asleep, the questions run so deep for such a simple man..



Beyond this beautiful horizon lies a dream for you and I.
This tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumours in the sky..
But there's a storm closing in, voices crying on the wind,
the serenade is growing colder, breaks my soyl that tries to sing..
And there are so many, many thoughts when I try to go to sleep.
But with you I start to feel a short of temporary peace..

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