where the only voice I hear
is my own voice
Walking for years
among dunes all alike
The sand is hot
but my soul feels so cold
And at night
I can't see any stars in the sky
I think it's too late
to find my flower
in this desert
I think it's too late
to find my oasis
that will save me
But I will keep walking
and walking
until my feet hurt
until I have no more strength
And one day
I will give up
of looking for nothing
in this desert
The desert of my life
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