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I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking |
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Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of magics |
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I'm alone like pain in me a thousand years is so long a time, |
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I'm an old wizard indeed |
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Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes |
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Every sweet smell of sluts is lost in their graves |
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All the evil of my thoughts is my vile web |
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I like only my smell of false memories |
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But their picture, their picture is vacant |
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I'm alone like pain in me a thousand years is so long a time, |
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I'm an old wizard indeed |
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Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes |
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I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking |
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Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of magics |
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I'm alone like pain in me a thousand years is so long a time, |
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I'm an old wizard indeed |
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Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the strange eyes |
