Let's/We breath the same air in order not (1)
To allow the shadows ever to reach upon us
We are standing, on the edge
In front of a black curtain.
Making a step. (1)
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Free like butterflies
When the hours have begun
You take my hand on your skin
And you leave the time to its place
You undress my wings
And you don't leave anything for tomorrow
When it's to the last dance
That the steps end like this.
As the only ones, in the world
Who have found their own way(s) to go.
Making a step.
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