With the bright monochromatic dream,
Am the wounded clown tired of lying?
I just want one tear of pity,
Wet this parched throat
With your red drops.
Because to me a dream is a black death
When I wake up in the morning
Am resurrected again
Am tired of repeating the same thing everyday
Are you tired of living?
Or of dying?
Am the wounded clown tired of lying?
I just want one tear of pity,
Wet this parched throat
With your red drops.
Because to me a dream is a black death
When I wake up in the morning
Am resurrected again
Am tired of repeating the same thing everyday
Are you tired of living?
Or of dying?
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