walking on a path again... standin on the crossroad.. don't know where to go...
the division bell inside me rings.. it laughs, it cries, it whispers... it blinds my mind...
it gets estranged, it's getting colder
away too far, without your shoulder
invisible, but too much bright
too late to hide, too wrong to light
but not to sail away
but not to shine the way
(dedicated to an old friend)
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