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Only the plants without eyes survived |
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I lost you among them |
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Alone I am stepping through a path full of missed thorns |
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Only I can carry the flag of people's sorrows |
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If only nobody crosses the border of madness and life |
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Since not only I am the life, |
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For beyond there are also pain and faith |
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No one can think for us |
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We were in the garden full of figures |
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Made of glass, they were melting our hands in springs |
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I wanted to be among the men |
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But I saw them rotten plants without eyes |
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Figures seemed to be officious in despair |
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I wanted to be among the mes |
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But I saw them rotten plants without eyes |
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My fear was full of passion |
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I stopped my tears |
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For there was too much rain |
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And the figures seemed to be officious in despair |
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We are only pale shadow |
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On the coloured surface of the starry sky |
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And no one but us clean up memories |
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In dreams they seem black |
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All of us want to forget about what makes us evil |
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Rains of life were falling from the fountains |
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Taste of blissful grapes spoiled by dogs |
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Lying at crossroads |
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I stoped my tears for there was too much rain |
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And the figures seemed to be officious in despair |
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Glass rains fountains springs life evil |
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Shadow dark light sorrow cry glass death |
