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The grey wind covered the last windows with dust |
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Where are all the souls? |
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buried and expelled |
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degenerated to ghostlike shells |
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You can see the behind weak backs |
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Bended, their face buried in their hands, |
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corroded by poison, paralyzed by ether |
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Fading figures. |
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Where is all the yearning in their leaden faces? |
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They hunted it down and killed it |
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Drowned in wine and estranged via syringes |
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set into whores and paid with cold. |
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Disembodied, gasping, I tumbled |
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In the flush of a thousand cold lights, |
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through this night of neon, |
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That I'll never belong to |