
khtom srer batt oun
nEak na sang maEk
sanDan jEt khsEor GUITAR
dErm bEi ah-vEy tov oun
trov katt jEt dErm bEi ah-na-kut oun
juab bark doub job snae
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The sky starts to get brighter by seconds, and I know I should keep the imaginary rain of mine remains in my imaginations inside me.... I bear a hope - a hope that tells me this will last long. A hope that defines every stupid thought of mine. A hope that one day - one day, I'll be able to watch the sunrise....
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