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Abstract tears to the ground |
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Soft years of melancholy |
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A draft of inner advice |
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To welcome the strangers neighbor |
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A vast, swift talk of romance and despair |
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A bellboy's journey through the eight limbs of Yoga |
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An efficient success of lost ego and body |
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Flannel flirtation, a chasm of childish obedience |
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And I can see you all, for this is without blur |
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Glorious destruction |
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Glorious creation |
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Grimly folds with luminous elegance |
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Winged between the corroded amber |
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I scent a fragrance from the past |
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Bright as death, it came soaring towards me |
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Something's missing and I don't know what it is |
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Forlon satisfaction, admitting the selfish seal |
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And the serpent's steel |
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Directly from the ocean of flowers |
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Visual contact, planet B8----18 |
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Sonar disturbance |
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Asmodeus comes with terror |
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In spontaneous air corridors |
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All for the phantom to inhale |
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For today is forever |
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And the world grew without form |
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And for those who planted their seeds of |
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Reliant vulnerability |
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Chakra Nadmara, I wish I was as fresh as you |
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Find your way, the "asphyx" teaches |
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Rumble, dismay, a chronicle of the samurai |
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Oh you are crystalline, I say, you are made of pain |
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For only suffering can create such beauty |
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And only suffering can wipe out your tears |
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I remember I ate of the tree |
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And hence of the wisdom of which we may speak of |
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The tedious ones are those who attends the mask of |
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Which they seek |
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I open up for the flavor of starvation |
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There is absolutely no one there, |
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And "his" is for sure, as we grasp to reach the light |
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Slowly to mosey |
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I'll drag you by your horns |
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For with a whirling emblem cracking the dawn, |
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I face the goat at sunrise |