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Restless night walking nowhere in the foggy dew
Restless years whispering through very long clouds
Very low clouds, very long clouds, very low clouds
It wakes in me the wound of days as dawn breaks bleak
I call to you present the mirror as you comb your hair
Horizons rising icy blue, yes and tall walls dwindle
Steeples sink into the sea
Old keys for old locks splash up a spray
Grey thoughts and useless papers, they roll and blow away
While the band was playing such a sad refrain
Sounds my ears have lost continue through the rain
HATA BİLDİR
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