I ve saw a dream
Many years ago.
There wasn't the light above me
I was falling deeper in darkness...
That was terrible fall.
There was no faces of people,
My cold home's made of stone.
Iron earth and dark sky,
I didn't know if I was alive.
I couldn't see the rising of the sun,
I'd go through the darkness but I was one.
Dance on the glass, it was more than just fear:
My way to the light was made of my tears.
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