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You're breath means leave taking cause the cancer is marching |
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My bird dies with lost wings |
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Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain |
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In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes |
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Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times |
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Proud walks our landlord with his magpie in our yard |
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What will become of him |
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Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain |
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In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes |
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Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times |
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Lamps break the chill of this night |
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In nooks of my sight |
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Calm in the smell of your clothes |
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Your shoes have no more walk with you |
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Burn,hut, burn forever! |
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Pearls for magpies and love to ashes! |
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In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes |
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Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times |
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Future is the multiface |
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Future is the short gold trace, the coincidence-machine and the all-answer screen |
