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Whether the light goes down, in a Lil-Old town the desert might sweep you away.
The rivers don't rest In the darkness of the night And neither do we.
I see white walls I see grey carpet   I hear silence I hear my thoughts   I touch rough walls I touch emptiness   I taste air I taste light  
35 years of age now Not a day goes by that I wish, I was still young and had no worries Of what was to come in the future.   But I can still remember the days
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