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I push myself into another dream, Not knowing my own strength. And I know, that I must wake up, But I can't bare the pain. Of letting go, Of all of the things that always felt so real. Under skies, painted by my mind, I can drop my crutch. Autumn winds, always at my back, helping me along. On these leaves, I confess my faults, The wind will take them away. I lose track, of all of the times that leaves could return home. Don't forget anything, cause life is as short as a dream. Remember the sweet and the sour, Cause the shortest times mean the most. Aus Songtexte Mania