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Enveloped in a sentiment, a sound that rushes over me

Engage an impulse to pretend I have a faith as pure

Not forgetting what it means to dream, indulging everything

Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength of those I yearn to be

Cheers and tribute greet the saviours, reckless thoughts survive

Anachronistic and impulsive

And what will happen, will I dream? I am too scared to close my eyes

For a second, please hold me

None can change in me these things that I believe

But I don't know what happens now, I am too scared to close my eyes