July 22, 2011, Saint-Petersburg, New Holland I am alone, throwing stones to the dark Thousand lights on a ship stern glow Following my eyes Before the dawn, all of us gone to their homes Before the dawn, I will be far from this place I am alone, watching birds flying above With an empty map, with no thoughts in my head I was watching them flying above Before the dawn, seasons are changing too fast Before the dawn, I will be far from this place
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