Tác giả : Sarah Brightman
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And so many things i'd forgotten, 
In a world that we shared, 
With so many things for the asking. 
Never asked for the madness there. 
Strange how i find myself 
So often on a distant shore. 
 
There's only one thing that's confusing. 
Was it you? was it me? 
With so many questions unanswered 
Or was that part of your mystery? 
Strange how i find myself 
So often on a distant shore. 
 
 
So many things i'd forgotten. 
 
 
So many things for the asking. 
 
 
Strange how i find myself 
So often on a distant shore. 
How i find myself 
So often on a distant shore.