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Where is my real imaginary world? |
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Empty spaces of the sunsetspaces of the lost hopes of the deprived of feelings faces |
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The laughing devil is disappearin' in the clouds of smoke spiderweblife is running 'way against the sad light of the day the left shreds in my hands |
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Blood in the empty, forgotten tins cut off heads, strange creations of the naturethe bulbs, black lights from under the vault acrid teste of blood in mouth |
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I found oneself death in the room tangled hands like shoots of vinethe grimace of scream has twisted my face anxiety in the death and cold eyes |
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The tyrant of life triumphed |
