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Memories travelling slowly down the walls, as sweet as their whispering may sound they are only ghosts. Voices building castles in the air, but as beautiful as they may seem they will disappear. So don't look back and don't look forward. Just take my hand and come with me. In the fever of this moment we will drown, falling deeper into the unknown. She who's writing the story can't comply, but in this intoxicating stream we'll remain unseen. So take my hand, come with me. Letras de canciones From this cloud of light we'll breathe endlessly. In the fever of this moment we will drown, falling deeper into the unknown. In the fury of this moment we will sink, for a moment we will disappear. From Letras Mania