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The man with the flute is one of us, with big black eyes and a case in his hands. |
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An enigmatic smile on his face, and a numerical ocean in his brain... |
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AND A SECR |
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ET IN HIS |
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MIND, SOME |
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THING THAT |
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WE DON'T K |
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NOW. AND M |
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AYBE HIS L |
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OVE WILL B |
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E FOREVER. |
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The woman with the harp is one of us, with big light eyes and some tears in the hands. |
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And days without hours and time, words to realize and words to live... |
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AND A SECR |
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ET IN HER |
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MIND, SOME |
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THING THAT |
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WE DONT'T |
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KNOW. AND |
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MAYBE HER |
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LOVE WILL |
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BE FOREVER. |
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THE BLADE |
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OF MY BRAI |
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N Old world, so shining, your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind. |
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All your sweet abundance is now a repulsive lie to my life. |
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I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace, |
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I want to see beyond appearances. |
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The blade of my brain is ready to believe... there's the need of something else... |
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I'LL TRY T |
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O BREAK TH |
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E SILLY TH |
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INGS, (THE) |
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MORBID BRA |
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IN OF A SA |
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INT WITHOU |
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T A SOUL T |
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O KNOW, I' |
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LL TRY TO |
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TASTE (THE) |
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EARTHLY GO |
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ODS AND TH |
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E PAIN OF |
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A FRIEND, |
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WITH MY AN |
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IMAL SENSE. |
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It's my new religion, or if you want our new world, new time. |
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So (the) revolution can start, simply, in the respect of human things. |
