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In a moment of a nightfall, treshold of a storm |
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Overture fades and the shades grow deep |
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All alone, forced to witness same play every day |
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Ground moans in black, newborn leaves fall and decay |
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For so long neither the wind has blown |
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Nor the sun shone to dry the pus in my wounds |
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Gradually spirit of our age dissipates |
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Dead emotions can't replace frustation and disgrace |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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Dancing in dark, atonal haze |
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Helical path leading downwards... |
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Maybe it's time for us to leave |
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Helter skelter we achieved |
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Failed creation of our symphony... |
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And then the pain strikes again... |
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Drawing last poison breath, as the rain falls |
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Our creations of violence, nowthe drain calls |
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All our time spent to solve this mount of troubles |
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The more I try |
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I dissolve to all fading gray |
