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In the beginning |
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I read the signs of decay |
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I was not to know what would come over me today |
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At the arrival of the train my body arrived |
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It could have been me and my mind was revived |
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The key of solutions is right in my hand |
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I've seen the tomb in which that urn stands |
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My coming days are ruled by death |
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Maria, why these veils of blood? |
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Or am I of that little faith? |
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As I struggled through the corridors of my overactive imagination, or paranoia as some might say, the ultimate truth overwhelmed me: |
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Like a fly in a web she had trapped me |
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I am doomed...doomed... |