Remember

Sun is hiding;
in the middle of the dome,
my hand can't reach it-
You're sitting on a cloud, baby.

You will hear my song,
from far away- down below.
Remember.

Gentle wind which blows in the Summer;
long walks, from which only footsteps remains
are always disappearing when Winter comes-
You're sitting on a cloud, baby.

 Water may shake up Your body
and I could appear like silhouette on a wall
or in a dream-
but my hand can't reach it.

You will hear my song,
from far away- down below.
Remember.

When gray flourish only to hide my face;
Time will be taking what wasn't Yours
and all that's left is in the palm of one hand-
they won't understand.

Find me where drop of Water touch the green;
when Fire burns out, I could be in the trees...
A Soul, like whispering breeze-
but my hand can't reach it.

You will hear my song,
from far away- down below.
Remember.

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Stay positive! Alice.

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