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I saw the tree at the night |
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which with his colour was killing the most sublime feelings in me |
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and the rain led me by the furthest corridors of the dreams |
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to show the pearls of people's minds |
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to strip the symbols |
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it was so long ago when the flashes of lighting |
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were listening to the scrteam of the thunder |
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staying in an eternal trance I don't cry |
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looking at I don't understand the fear |
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I climb the clouds of mysteries |
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finding the relief, finding the lost feelings |
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surrounded all around with immensty drops |
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esteeming over all the taste of life |
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it's misteries secrets and moments of trances |
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I am swimming across impossible to preform confessions |
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to perish stripped naked among an ugliness of conscience |
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finding my shadows which still coincide |
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in the beginning and the end |
