“Take a walk into a dream, slowly, Find a place for me to go to Foreign winter filthy streets. Plow your way among the crowd.” There's a pier and heavy clouds, One eyed fish outside the water, Flaps a dance, making a living. The crowd responds so slow but a few kids start to rumble. Jumping children in their boots Splashing visions from your youth It’s iris season, so incredible… Now is, now is the time… Freaking scissors cut your night so it seems now Despite of what this dream was meant to do, Reality speaks in a deferent language while you're asleep. Those repeating patterns of the waves, Break the light on sparkling water, morning comes again … Now is, now is the time… You will see the golden star It will shine despite of who you are Look it's there! Look Now is, now is the time….
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