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The rows of the even planted old treesstanding like the aged monuments of traditionpassed on of the eternal rule of lightimmortal stigma and the chains for brain |
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The fall is painting the trees in the colour of bloodflowerbeds of fadded and dry flowers like the human beingssentenced to the eternal estrangement |
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Cemeteries plunged in the fire of sun bare and empty marble domsovergrown of moss and shrouts crossesare screamin' to heaven for a fear of the light |
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I'm standing at the gate of eternitywith eyes full of pain gazed in nothingnessvileness and meanness - those are the earth kingdoms |
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The daily torment of existence comes again every part of a clockenergy and stone is a part of destiny |
