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Is there quiet quiet
And quiet is quiet
When passion shackled by a heart of unbelief
When the liver can no longer whisper into the conscience

God. . .
I was freed in a natural
Places where there is wind blowing the leaves caress
The place where stars adorn the night scattered

God is whispering to me
About the fairy-tale happiness unwritten right
About the beautiful dreams and hopes

Until no longer shackles that imprison the hearts
Until no more pain and grief that always tormented

Walk ....
In welling sigh
Crawling on the edge of the wall that dominated the lonely hearts
Walk ....
By the time piece
And a second story
Ter cast a beating in the clink
And groaning that was carved
within seconds of waiting
I passed a quiet aside
At the edge of rawhide wrapping my love story

I've never alienated his
Despite my alienation has alienated
I've never beaten
I'm just looking
Without the desire to see
Empty indeed ....
But I've found my thing
Small indeed ....
But he who took me to find beauty

I do not care
If no one understood where
Let me die by slow
Themselves enjoy the beautiful dream
Himself felt heartache
Remembering the love that has gone

My chosen man
Never at home in my heart Why ...?
Maybe ....
Too much choice
Or maybe ...
I'm not allowed to vote
So I'd get a woman elected ...

Is forever I'll never be able write the word happy
Because happiness is always away
Must every word that slipped is pain
Should any word is the dried tears
Or together broke into a sweat that kept dark and quiet
Is forever I will not be able to pronounce the word happy
Whether it is ...?