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Selfishly Never did we mention Theirs names Our names Lost in the image Born of reflections Of our prolific Imagination Convulsing with shivers With a single touch of the brush We quivered Never knowing why... We Dying for sheer simplicity We Searching for own eyes in the dark We We longed for solitude like for the light Like for the labyrinth of dusty paths for cat's endless meandering... We lost the sense of place and time, And the stars of our fate in the sky died out From Letras Mania