Artrosis - Morpheus |
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Morpheus
Artrosis While I didn't beckon you You closed my eyes In the depth of your embrace Wearing scent of candles I gave myself to the night You are king of dreams You are one with your nation You lost again Curtain of your theatre drops Scene is on fire down And I wash a dream away Dance of purple dwarfs is over Night loses with day And I wash a dream away |
