I stand onstage, alone
even the boys of sound and lights are gone
the winds attack me from all the directions
The Flying Dutch roams on every ocean
never finding the peaceful harbour
Please come back! Please!
There's no life after death,
feels like no life before death either,
just glimpses of it, like fast and colourful tv ads
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