| tragedy has spoken the wolves all gather around with sharpen teeth and a guilty yellow stare they wish me on my way so cold inside this shell give me to the earth the dreams that | |
| I deserted the passion | |
| I would not release the path | |
| I left untreaded the mask that | |
| I refused to wear existance left unnoticed desire in my bones so dry and silence in the virtue all so quiet - all so still | |
| I can feel them watching feel the seconds die can hear them laughing from above they wish me on my way |
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