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Mysterious form, soul in the dark |
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under this heavy sealing concrete waves |
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Followed by servants, funeral cortege |
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this pale ghost is gathering his strength |
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Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling |
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Plastic form dead things it is now so clear |
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How could I fail to understand |
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Cities are burning the trees are dying |
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My heart awake but still |
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pain is killing me |
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Pain is killing me |
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Take this pestilent destruction out of my way |
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The great pacific garbage patch is exhausting |
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And the world is sliding away |
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in a vortex of floating refuse |
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With the sacred one you have lost |
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Plastic bag in the sea |
