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Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
I'm cutting branches from the trees
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
Shaped by years om memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
I'm drowing in my nostalgia
The sound of waves in a pool of water
Nostaligia
The sound of waves in a pool of water
Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia
Nostalgia
I'm drowing in my nostalgia
My nostalgia
My nostalgia
My nostalgia
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