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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