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In Empty Phrases

	作词 : Swano, Swanö
	Here I am in my chamber
	In my room full of words
	Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
	My poetry is frozen though it's beginning to melt
	The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
	Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
	Loss of point no direction
	A jigsaw where no pieces fit
	I envy the writers and the 痤錿s who know the way to the places were poetry grow
	There is no harvest if you never sow
	So I beg. steal and borrow wherever
	I go If words were like music this would be a book
	But this is not even worth the time that it took
	Not even a novel just a self-pity tale written by someone that always will fail
	So very fragile inside
	That's why
	I hide in the empty phrases

	zuò cí : Swano, Swan
	Here I am in my chamber
	In my room full of words
	Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
	My poetry is frozen though it' s beginning to melt
	The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
	Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
	Loss of point no direction
	A jigsaw where no pieces fit
	I envy the writers and the cuó hu s who know the way to the places were poetry grow
	There is no harvest if you never sow
	So I beg. steal and borrow wherever
	I go If words were like music this would be a book
	But this is not even worth the time that it took
	Not even a novel just a selfpity tale written by someone that always will fail
	So very fragile inside
	That' s why
	I hide in the empty phrases