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von Elepharmers

The clouds are moving slowly
Like silent pilgrims above my head
The grass has grown on my playground
My childhood is gone
My mind is free now
Like a blank notebook
My dreams are frozen
In this kingdom of sand
Take this broken glass
Concrete walls are bleeding rust
I see those sad ghosts roaming
The silent streets at twilight The red mining town is crumbling
And our kingdom is fading now
In dreams made of sand
When the west wind blows
Flying over the dunes
A ghost without a face
The spirit of this land
Ghost made of sand
Whipping this no-man′s-land
When the mistral blows
It's time to come back home