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No time for grief.
Donґt open that door – now let me go back to sleep.
Iґm just in a phase of fading – Iґm left here trading my
Soul.
Iґm spinning that big black hole.
On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nor skin.
We drift like feathers in wind.
Not the end, but I sense it is near.
Iґm in limbo between earth and sky.
I can see all your houses from here.
But donґt you tell me that this is dying.
The walls – The carpets – The curtains – they cloud the
Room.
Iґm left here with no ticket, but I bet weґre leaving
Soon.
Iґm just in a phase of fading. Iґm left here trading my
Soul.
Iґm, spinning that big black hole.
On borrowed wings – nor flesh, nore skin
We drift like feathers in the wind.
Not the end – but I sense it is near.
Iґm in limbo between earth and sky.
I can see all your houses from here
But donґt tell me, that this is dying.