this old window I mean...
That one of old deams
that never came true...
That ones I´ve never seen...
I seen no garden, the flowers gone...
they are deeply dead inside the land...
They want to grow up again...
but they are not strong enough...
It can´t stand up...
but behind the curtains has still the sunrise...
the morning arise...
There is no fault...
there is no fear...
Only Hope...

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