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We walk on hidden ways |
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And live the worn moments of reality |
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There's no free soaring |
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The all-saving aim |
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There's no flotation just painful being and emptiness |
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But my soul wants to break free from its prison shaped body |
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For its long agonies to find the ways to dark secrets |
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Where we must fight great battles |
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We must walk through endless paths |
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Where with the help of warning masks of tiny gravels |
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We reach the last fulfillment to merge into darkness |
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And just he who doesn't want to see the bliss |
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He can't see the eyes in which the fire is still burning |
