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Clouds are mounting in the field of oppressions |
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Frozen lands of endless beauty |
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Colliding notions, like a mirage to my dreams |
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In here united, in my sheltered eyes |
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Skies of wrath, between the clouds above |
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Naked eyes to say I'm yours |
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Folded hands see night creeping |
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Empathic strikes to exploit my body |
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May the young believe in "sarectasion" |
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Excrements of our thoughts |
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Beyond belief hence their retention |
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Excrements of our thoughts |
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Between the clouds |
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Misdirected senses |
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Land of voices out of dreams |
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Between the clouds |
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Misdirected senses |
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Land of voices, our screams |
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Beyond belief hence their retention |
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Excrements of our thoughts |
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Between the clouds |
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Misdirected senses |
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Land of voices, our screams |
