Around me only happyness,
But not in me, inside,
I feel like I'm needless,
I feel only the night.
I feel the Moon,
She's always alone,
I'll be with her soon,
My heart is not a stone.
I feel tender rain,
And I'm with him,
I'm not the saint,
I don't have limbs.
I feel the snow,
Phoning my telephone,
I give a perfect show,
It must go on.
I feel the music,
It's my wave,
I must use it,
But I'm it's slave.
It s my wave
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