A stage of life,
no way to climb,
deep down inside me
hurt those rimes.
Tell them to you,
it would be false,
if not, we meet
in heavens halls.
© copyright all lyrics wolfgang weiland
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A stage of life,
no way to climb,
deep down inside me
hurt those rimes.
Tell them to you,
it would be false,
if not, we meet
in heavens halls.
© copyright all lyrics wolfgang weiland