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I'm a crystal flash the cold dark of the people is living near me I feel like a stranger that cannot rest his eyes I'm like a dusty mirror I'm not shure, I'm confused I hear the echo of the news in presence of the warlords I'm dreaming only slight colours My memories are tears They're falling just like drops and soaking the white floor The silence of my lips is only a tired moment because I'm bored of it because there are no excuses I need to see the day I need to see the light This room is falling down I want to see its end Here comes the winter, miriads of rainsparks are glittering on the sill The shouting that I hear is like an obscure lake My time has stopped there I feel like a stranger that cannot rest his eyes I'm like a dusty mirror