Hold hold hold on tight Rhythm rhythm in the light Hold hold hold on tight! Today is a time we never conjugate within the same space, a broken line drifting through an imaginary world. Verses are inhabitants of the soul, music is the deepest life of shy muses awakening inside that fragile hidden space where virtues begin to speak. And somewhere between silence and breath, we leave pieces floating like dust in golden light! Waiting for another touch, another night! We were never meant to disappear! Hold hold hold on tight Rhythm rhythm in the light This morning, a prose falls softly through the dew of dawn, the same empty space, the same discontinuous line teaching hearts how to love when nobody is watching. And somewhere between silence and breath, we leave pieces floating like dust in golden light Waiting for another touch, another night! We were never meant to disappear! Hold hold hold on tight Rhythm rhythm in the light The air moves slowly around forgotten dreams, while distant echoes dance beneath the skin, turning loneliness into something sacred, something warm enough to survive the dark! Hold... hold... hold on... We become melodies hidden between the stars... Trembling in the pulse of the world...
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