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Slow and majestic ,it grew up |
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Just like divine creepers of vine: |
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Once it the rain,then in the sun |
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And in the morning misty cloud |
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Emotionless and still unchanged |
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Emotionless and still unchanged |
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In the tomb of thoughts |
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Sarcophagus of youth |
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That torments me on |
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The diary of my days |
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Written by the past |
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The treasure of my life |
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Which I hold dear |
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Right in here |
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In my heart |
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So deep within me |
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Inside of me |
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Slow and majestic, it grew up |
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The emptiness within my heart |
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Under the moon, under the stars |
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And in the evening misty cloud |
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So merciless and cold like ice |
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So merciless and cold like ice |
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Then it became my silent shroud |
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The emptiness within my mind |
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My secret window out of time |
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With views and images there outside |
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With landscapes always grey and white |
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Always grey and white |
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In the tomb of thoughts |
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Sarcophagus of youth |
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That torments me on |
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The diary of my days |
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Written by the past |
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The treasure of my life |
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Which I hold dear |
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Right in here |
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In my heart |
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So deep within me |
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Inside of me |
