From the dream Of beautiful mind, A man scape, Leave the sibilant cries of youth Dying the winds blows silent. I am dreaming. I am dead under a dark skies. I cry alone the summers die. I will lie was only dream.
From the dream Of beautiful mind, A man scape, Leave the sibilant cries of youth Dying the winds blows silent. I am dreaming. I am dead under a dark skies. I cry alone the summers die. I will lie was only dream.