Gone are my dreams, I exist yet
I was in the lap of summer,
But I slept in the bed of autumn.
I quarreled with dawn, and I told:
Let me sail in the ocean of dreams
Even to fulfill the vibrant of my desire
And the throbbings of my heart.
Yet I had to burry them,
In the grave of my misfortunes.
Still the ghost of my suicided dreams,
chasing me to break my little heart.
I was in the lap of summer,
But I slept in the bed of autumn.
I quarreled with dawn, and I told:
Let me sail in the ocean of dreams
Even to fulfill the vibrant of my desire
And the throbbings of my heart.
In the grave of my misfortunes.
Still the ghost of my suicided dreams,
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