Walking with pockets full of stones
Another tear drops from my eyes
Kiss me goodnight dear dreams
Sleeping with burning lamps of ecstasy
Faceless souls will be kept away
Faceless souls will be kept away
Like falling stones from my memory tree
Walking with hands in my pockets
Another stone falls in the way
Picking it up with both hands
Picking it up with both hands
Will it be called a gift from a beautiful day?
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