Restless, i prowl the corridors
craving for the first spray of rain
An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd
the garb of happiness i feign
In the wave of humanity i long for a touch
anticipating, all in vain
Withering from the insides
in melancholy i still remain
craving for the first spray of rain
An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd
the garb of happiness i feign
In the wave of humanity i long for a touch
anticipating, all in vain
Withering from the insides
in melancholy i still remain
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