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Our of the innocent sanity |
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rushed out the widely, precious, entwined |
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oh, individual vanity |
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never reaches the endless of time |
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Reason of my lessons |
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coming out for that |
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feeling in your consciousness the sense of regret |
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And the embarrassed fall in the different stream |
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they're floating anxious to the universe |
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the spirit stands in front of oblivion, sinned |
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it never wanders free among the rest |
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Whispers are coming from the radiant well |
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the time stops running, it abandons the dwell |
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let my newborn journey... begins |
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god of immortals let my name... begins |
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Reason of my lessons |
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dying second time |
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feeling in my consciousness the sense of divine |
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And the embarrassed fall in different stream |
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they're floating anxious to the universe |
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the spirit stands in front oblivion, sinned |
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it never wanders free among the rest |
