I could think any word,
and I could describe any feeling,
but it'll be nothing compared to you.
And I thought that a tree may fall,
and I'll think it was only a dream,
a victim of sleep,
fake, fake fire,
wind, wind in my bed,
tale, another tale.
And I can fake very well,
and I can walk through the streets
and pretend, pretend it's all OK,
but there's nothing left in me,
only this dream, this faked wind,
this tale that I've been hiding since I was born,
but, Could I think any word?

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