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Night by night |
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I hear a rending cry |
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Always restrained by the black |
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Day by day the rosy-fingered light |
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Wakes me and opens craked paths |
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Just keep away! |
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Cracks will open wide! |
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Nine o'clock the sky is turning red |
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Look above to see hell |
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God extract my heart from the flames |
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This is your son, let it beat again |
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Behind the belfry prayers around a cradle |
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Over the empty eyes |
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Erase!! Oldest hope rended by a cancer |
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Pieces beg for your mercy |
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Frosty drop of a bloody rain |
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Pushes deeply in my deadly flesh |
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Behind the belfry prayers around a cradle |
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Over the empty eyes |
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Erase! A hopeless life |
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Erase! The time to come |
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Deny! My dawn gone by |
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The door is approaching, the voices are calling |
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Fixing the cross on your breast |
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I realize |
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Behind the belfry prayers around a cradle |
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Over the empty eyes |
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Erase! a hopeless life |
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Erase! The time to come |
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Deny! My dawn gone by |
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The door is approaching, the voices are calling |
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Fixing the cross on your breast |
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I realize |