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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Flower Called Nowhere”

• All the small boats on the water arent Going anywhere, Surely they must be loaded with More than simple matter, Floating on top and gracefully tending To the same pole, All the small boats on the water Going nowhere Is it true that none of them, will ever Break free and sail? Feel the night is made of rocks, The stagnant mass... Is it true that none of them, will ever Break free and sail? Break free from the stagnant boats, Left in obscurity All the faces with their eyes closed, Giving a smile, Weightless Like a body that would vacate to its Own light Is it true that none of these Contented happy faces will not ever hear a cry, Wont hear a cry? Is it true that none of these contented Happy faces will not ever hear a cry, Filled with love not with desire, Love not desire?

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