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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-10-05 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I got lost in the middle of a shining world, In the shadow of a ground which was already sold; Standing alone under a starful sky- But, but no star did shine on me! And then such a deep sadness flooded my soul, So that it tore away my living role. I felt like emptyness set chains to my heart, Leaving me somewhere down, with no start… As I was trapped in a land full of rain, Where everything was lost and in vain, I heard a whisper near to my ears; Could it be someone to kiss away my tears? It was a calling of sweet Love, Sent by an angel from above, Who was ready to show me the way to light- So I emerged to You from the coldly night.
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