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Road made of crosses |
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Way to the eternity |
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Symbol of the death |
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So ironicBut adored by the living ones |
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Crying their tears |
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Prying over |
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Over the cold stone. |
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Here is the darkness |
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Just the panic of the weird reality |
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Desire of lasting |
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Incessant chase after the unknown. |
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I can feel it in my vein. |
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I can grasp this thin border between the dew. |
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Over the green grass |
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Whisper of the distant trees. |
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Between the glow of sunand the shadows over the dead mouth. |
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Here is the darkness |
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Just the panic of the weird reality |
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Desire of lasting |
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Incessant chase after the unknown. |
