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a dream, she was beautiful |
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she was the most beautiful |
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she should be the one |
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she was true, she, wife of my kings |
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she who got in me, like this |
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and my madness is not smaller |
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than her beauty |
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i didn't run away after having her |
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no fear, she was mine |
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the dream was mine |
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'cos noone understood |
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the judge of blind servants |
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she was mine |
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sea all around me |
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can you understand me? |
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speaking beyond the ninth wave |
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i'll be back |
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and take what's due to me |
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beyond the ninth wave |
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i know the truth |
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guilty! |
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the judge of blind servants |
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i'm mad and exiled |
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in unknown waters |
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a knife and a wooden coffin |
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a drift in a black water's sea |
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she's mine. i'll be back |
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for the end of everything |
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thirst and darkness |
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screams like an endless echo in my mind |
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hunger and a burning sun |
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inside my brain |
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i'll be back |
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she's the one |
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from beyond the border |
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of a known world |
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i'm not to blame |
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she was staring |
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i was atonished more & more |
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but she was in me |
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i'll be back |
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she's the one. she's here |
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i'm sinking in her waters |
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i'm back to you |
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beyond the ninth wave |
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my madness is not less than my pain |
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from here |
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where you look at me smiling |
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i have no strenght to move nor to speak |
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i can still hear you whispering |
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while my last breath ... |
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i lost it long ago |
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frome here ... |
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beyond the ninth wave |
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all that's left to me |
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are your screams |
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in a frame of black waters |