‘And you and I would lose our meanings of right and wrong, when it will rain, the night of thunderstorms, in a far-fetched land…
Our souls would speak to each other the way they should but never could…
Our closed eyes and the racing hearts, in the comfort of your arms, when things will make sense again…
Covered under the clouds in the music of the rain, our hearts will sing in joy and the pain will trickle down the pillow…
When you will hold me close that I feel the warmth of your breath and the sound of your heartbeat, giving away your secrets…
And we lose our meanings of right and wrong, in the midnight of a beautiful rainy winter…
When our souls would talk the way it should but never could. In the middle of nowhere but love…
Let’s run away to the land far-fetched, in the name of truth, a land where flower blooms and the birds sing, where the stars shine brighter and we belong there’
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