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ruins among laughing dreams ... so real knowledge of a wind so old ... whispers through the dark the taste of haunted words ... comes forth and pleasures a night so violent ... and pure insane statues of stone wandering wandering among the ruins .... among us a wind through a solitude so dark it sleeps in a path of anguish blood thorns of steel cries in a fire of greed of pain it leaves the day, and takes away rivers of stone, deserts among ... me statues of of stone wandering wandering among the ruins .... among me |