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I`m reading a book Written by the feather of a stranger’s hand I see What I took is running through my fingers like the deserts’ sand The first chapter it starts with a drawing Hanged man on a rotten tree A description how a life begins Life´s starting with death Move on Move on These pages are thrilling me in a gentle way Go on Go on The words are philosophy Another kind of sense Move on Move on Letter for letter It´s an effect of an imprint Turn this Turn this page I have never seen this way before Another day I am writing on the wall Another night I will follow a stranger’s call Another hour I am painting myself on a gravestone Another page that is telling me I am alone And if my teardrop would fall It could turn a mill Who´s the stranger who wrote this words and are they real And it turns my emotions Every single page It seems like hours but it´s still an age I try So hard to remember I heard these words a long time ago These words I believed in once Reflecting echoes sounding through my mind A mind made of paper and ink Move on Move on These pages are thrilling me in a gentle way Go on Go on The words are philosophy Another kind of sense Move on Move on Letter for letter It´s an effect of an imprint Turn this Turn this page I have never seen this way before Another day I am looking over the landscape Another night I will get my personal vengeance Another hour I am hating myself every single second Another page that is telling me I will be alone forever The end hurts me so much and time cannot heal it No I know the horrible truth of the book I send a prayer to God I know the horrible truth of the book Once written by myself And I´m alone
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