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Stone of no value
Appeared as a diamond
Although its always been unbroken
Its gone into a dream long ago
And youre white page again
You efface words with rain
That bitter like a wormwood
You will find your breathe
When you master their plot
Youre white page again
You efface words with rain
That bitter like a wormwood
Her touch of your burnt feelings
Will never come back
Wormwood – your sing
You fight with dream and night
That is memorys queen
Everything is being brought to dust
In your inner-self and together with you
In the gallery of phantoms and shadows
You stand stock still alone
With new hour hoping
Something will let you move
But again
Youre white page …