the only truth I can control, the only way I can survive the lonely nights, the distant silence:
I dream my song into the darkness: forever listening, waiting, forever calling, wondering; I live by sending and receiving. ....
This is my song, my record keeping: the only way I can hold you. I send my song into the darkness and quietly wait for your reply And in the pause I feel the distance as lonely as the midnight trees But with my song I break the silence and I can feel you close to me.
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