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The mountains, pass by

As the road stretches on

For what seems, like eternity

There is, nothing but, desolation out here

Desolation, and the thought of you

You come to me, in dreams

I feel the warmth of your skin

The touch, of your hand

Desire for your kiss

I feel, you are real —

That I have found you

But then you disappear

I feel you, are real —

That I have found you

But then you disappear

Will I, find you

Did you exist in this world

Or is, it nothing but a dream?

I feel you, are real —

That I have found you

But then you disappear

The mountains, pass by

As the road stretches on

For what seems, like eternity

There is, nothing but, desolation out here

Desolation, and the thought of you