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On the other side |
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I opened the hand before me |
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I walked across tears on which angels are nailed |
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I cut down the weeping face but the spirits tried to weep again - in my breast ...and through oceans and sheeps |
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I stare like a philosopher |
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Constant I crawl across the mud of the aeons ice and above the nightfall there lies a symbolic hand like dewdrops on a withered leave - spirits weeps |
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The sun leads your cold and dying hand to a dart and like with other tears you pull it in my heart |
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Now, come closer to me, so |
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I can put myself away |
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What do you expect from me, while standing on my position? |
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Last words - a play on tears - depature of cosmic |
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God I dream your dreams - |
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I breathe the different kind |
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I stay on a small chair, but for you its a serpent world |
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NOT FAR AW |
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AY Costal angels on depature not drowned |
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I am afraid of the outside paradise, when watching into waters but with an astral knife |
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I split my heart |
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My flaming tears will be flattered - by wept spirit tears |
