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| From the second plane I can’t moor my sailing ship în shores; Are breaking up the ropes sent like the cob-web, Clarity of moment with out point of support, Mirror only me upon the waves. How I want we be filled with joie de vivre, Keeping our hearts framed, And I want take out my ego what I find Being entrapped with, catched under a sky. The ropes sent are still breaking up, I can’t moor my sailing ship în shores, And the music from the noise of waves, Is rockin’me is rockin’me how is in dreams.
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