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Centuries pass slowly |
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I'm looking at the appearing memories in silence |
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There is no existence, only the neverending flotation |
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In the sempiternal dark of cosmos |
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The path has come to an end |
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I've broken free from the earthly bound of my body |
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That was a heavy stone on my soul |
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I'm travelling in space |
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I'm lonesome but not alone |
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The stars are my companions |
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They call me with their icecold brightness |
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But they are far away from me and |
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I'm suffering |
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The permanent coldness shackles me |
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Another dimension of existence it is |
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As I am left by myself in the dark |
