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The shade of love gives me your hallucination |
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I need to endure the solitude, this awfull screaming |
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To the sting of the atmost chaos, where the primordial wichness is so hideous for description ... |
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Thundering panthymonium, captured by horror |
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Everything around me appear like living blying image, |
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The wind from the lake of memories, the cold climate gives to the solitude a tone of delight and psychic beauty |
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Why my god? |
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Why even the light of your sun, is like the sparkling of a star, when it eraces and eraces... |
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Maybe it could be a miracle but it is no so cold there is no turning back so |
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I have to go... |
