The Silent Pond
The Silent Pond
Drifting silent in the forest of enigma
where things aren't what they seem to be
You can let your imagination run free, no one
hides from their true feelings here and no one sheds lonely tears
The land around up speaks more in sounds,
the masses echo their place and they justify the different worlds.
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