Call me weak,
Call me blind!

But your secrets are safe to guard.

Guard behind this thick tall wall,
That you see from the fartherst star.

Such tall walk is sad and dark,
That it’s love can’t even run,
Run away from its pray or run away from its bed.

But as my love grows old and strong…

You become my lonely soul.
Lonely to thouse that can’t see,
That my love is true to be.

And I’ll wait behind this wall
Guarding what is ment to be yours.

Call me weak,
Call me blind

But your are the love of mine.

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