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On squalid and stony walls |
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When the mind to the thinking bows |
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Sexton of the stygian shrine |
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Is falling into the same mistake |
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One guardian is lost, one man understood |
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Still dust on the crown like legend |
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On squalid and stony walls |
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When the mind to the thinking bows |
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Sexton of the stygian shrine |
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Is falling into the same mistake |
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How many times the question passed? |
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No matter first nor last |
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Escape from earth to dungeon space |
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Two eyes suffocated by pointing words |
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One guardian is lost, one man understood |
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Still dust on the crown like legend |
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How many times the question passed? |
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No matter first nor last |
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Escape from earth to dungeon space |
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Two eyes suffocated by pointing words |
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Let the existence of the devil sleep |
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To see and feel what should have been given |
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If the serpent wasn't hungry |
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And she is ready to hold his sin |
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Farewell to the philosopher |
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In a century of damned tales |
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Age redolent of scorn with touchable things |
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Scavenged only by the abnormal force |
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Of the no choice |
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Still the sexton envenomed with fear in a funeral |
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Full of lights and fervent happiness of ignorance |
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On squalid and stony walls |
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When the mind to the thinking bows |
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Sexton of the stygian shrine |
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Is falling into the same mistake |
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With every tongue's speech revival reach |
