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The Last of the Line
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Sweet Dreams
Nothing fair to play,
No objectives to achieve;
Your illusions will die...
Gray days until the end
And in your eyes a light goes out.
Sad eyes when looking at the maps
Nowhere to go,
None to return to
Nothing to make you laugh,
Nothing to make you cry.
/>The love of old novels
Mutter a wish to the stars
Take my hand and sleep next to me;
If you don't mind, I'll stay here
Until the end.
Without looking at each other, without speaking,
We will see the sun rise;
Sweet drugs will tell us
That there is a sea near here.
And in your eyes life again
Trembles in a consumed candle
And in the silence I hear you palpitate;
There is always a dawn to wake up in.
Take my hand and sleep next to me;
If you don't mind, I'll stay here
Sweet dreams
Hidden from the night
And from the black horrors.