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Shining in a mistic dusk of one lightning |
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I will awake the sleeping in the sun covered with heat |
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In a mourning of life, majestic in pain |
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In air still rising they go deeper and deeper |
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Eyes of fire in the black horizon rise with rays |
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Sand-glass goes on torturing without hope |
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In a deadly silence souls rest in a shadow |
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Its jealousy does not hide any secrets |
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I put fires that echoes in horizon |
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They howl hungry sending their despair voices up to heaven |
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I will not control my passion |
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I will struggle to bring them up to the sky |
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I will struggle for them to burn in their beauty |
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I will struggle for them to be a thorn in a crown of light |
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I will struggle for them to burn in their beauty |
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I will struggle for them to be a thorn in a crown of light |
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I will struggle to bring them up to the sky |
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They howl hungry sending their despair voices up to heaven |
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I will not control my passion to give life to all senses |
