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Plaintive scenes awake in moments care |
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Still, unlike our time that leaves the one who dare |
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To go again back there to time that never was |
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Motionless stone with non-existant eyes: |
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Sees the sky in red |
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The kingdom of the end |
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Engraved its soulles name |
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To relics, future shreds |
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Plaintive scenes surround the hearses ride |
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Through a mourning veil the one could see |
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The side of concealed joy in death |
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When pain is far to real |
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For just once we will see the end of time |
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Soliloquy |
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II All wasted moments breed |
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This nameless grown in me |
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I crawl in the cold through a tired dream |
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And seek for self that holds all strings in me |
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No way out for me |
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Time will pass and |
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I will forget all as soon |
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As it happened |
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Blindly I walk through hazy way |
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I think is mine |
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Though I have lost my life to the evil shade of mine |
