It is without regret
That we are here today
Facing you
Us both the fake and the real
To the string of a guitar
The harmonious sounds of its strings
Making us shiver
And follow it to the end of the road
Here we face you
First the real one, who commands the dream, the wish
The imagination of being
The guilty pleasure of being without existing
Of being someone else
The reality is that we are one and the same
Out of creation
Out of ideas
Wishes and imagination
We are but facing you!
You lady!
Woman of the faces
Girl of smiles and glances
Of whom I can only dream of
Falling in for
I see you in the corner
Oh, I see you at night
I see you when you leave me
And also way after you left
I see you when I do not
And when I listen to your song
Such song is what feeds my heart
Making me look for you
It’s what lures me to you
The song of your voice
Of your heart
Of you
Words keep flowing but your face remains
The pieces, the collage
The whole that you are
You have a name and a face
Please let your song
Be heard by me
Please let it tell me and show me
Who you are only to me
From the mind of Cogliostro
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