The evening breeze trying to fade away
And I know what the color crimson say.
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling,
Rolling back to the dark eyes of the dreamer.
Love you my Life all the more,
when you are not listening at all amore.
The dimming light on the alter stairs
And the night droplets on an autumn fair.
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling,
Rolling over a dead dream of a dream catcher.
Love you my Life all the more,
when you are not listening at all amore.
The chimera are warming on fireflies
And lightening the unspoken desires.
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling,
Rolling up the blinds of an open whare.
Love you my Life all the more,
when you are not listening at all amore.
The long horizons are longing for the night stars
And distance between them like snow and rain pair.
Rolling, Rolling, Rolling,
Rolling about to get tears to the night charmer.
Love you my Life all the more
when you are not listening at all amore.
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