Falana Zion Biography

I will continue to live on
Without giving up to the moon
The ice is broken
The old tombs are filled with rickety worms
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The stars are cool
They smile like you

The flowers steal my gaze
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Where were you?
In that silent night
Where were you,
During the dark time
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Hope my bed won't be filled with ink
Hope my feelings won't be lost on the field
I hope my feelings would find a brace in your heart
Even beyond the poetic lines
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I'm lost without the hope of being found
I'm swallowed by a river of thoughts
I'm broken beyond repair
My mind is giving up to the soul
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