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 I can't stop heeding you, 
 wherever you are, whatever you do; 
 whenever the world is making you suffer, 
 a cloudy chilly feeling's coming over me. 
   
 No, the world hasn't ever been on your side, 
 but that was never beyond what I know. 
 Trust me when you've decided to give, 
 close your eyes, hold and believe in your peace; 
 nothing is too far if emptiness is a feeling 
 of my way to make you wishing me enough. 
    
 Knock, knock twice then keep silent, 
 there will be no answer, but you'll know I'm there, 
 in a land where your thoughts are, 
 in the land which we alone still share. 
    
 Having wish to see me, with no one on your side, 
 long, but soft desire is a fruitless field of scarps. 
 We...</description></item></channel></rss>