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My heart flies on her wings |
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Now I'm crying, the moon so red |
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Tomorrow shall be yet another hell |
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To the sun, (the) sky's soul is fed |
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Blows pass me (I'm) down them |
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I do not feel |
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Anything except the shadow is real |
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Why did she do it ? |
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Why did she die ? |
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How could she leave without saying goodbye ? |
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She has proven my life to be just a lie |
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When sea waves crush they hit me hard |
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But I do not feel them |
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And then reality is no more real to me |
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I ask myself, should |
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I end it now |
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And join her at last ? |
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I miss the cold embrace of lust |
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There's nothing left, just a dust |
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Nothing is left from my dearest love |
