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Without pain or sigh like the dead, |
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The obliteration of the human civilization |
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Within the range of the human mind |
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You don't feel sorry for anything |
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You don't feel anything |
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Last confidence among terrestrial friendships in defiance of the death |
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You walk with your own instincts |
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Inside those follow rooms |
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I wonder is there any hope in my dreams? |
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Wasted dreams |
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So alone with my thoughts |
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Poems |
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Doomed to oblivion |
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Oh my beloved life give me a chance |
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You're hurt by black angels, optical fallacy |
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Guilty silence, general decline |
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The truth hurts when your throw off all disguise |
