| I met you on a deep and dark night
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| A dying tree
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| Talking about salvation with sorrowful eyes
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| Let me find my peace from the death
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| In the deep blue river you
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| When I see your reflection in the dark
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| I spoke of love with lips drunk with death
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| Let me find the pleasure through your pain
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| rain falling on the forehead
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| Tears and blood, the remnants of love
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| Life and death united at the border
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| The mixed proof of you and me
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| Peace and self-discipline coexist with chaos in an intact world in open wounds
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| Who is that smiling ghost in your shaking eyes
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| A bare tree, with a desperate and dry voice
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| Talking about love, talking about love
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| A bare tree, under a gray cloudy sky
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| Talking about love, talking about love
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| Absolute emptiness encountered at the end of the alleyway
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| Seen, crushed by madness and horror
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| There was nothing under your crumbling shell
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| Longing for only despair and death, your breath infinitely close to non-existence
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| Rusty blades, life hidden under the cry
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| Despair, deep inside your hatred
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| Look all your memories in scars
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| How ugly they are
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| How painful are they?
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| Your satan awakes
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| Giving your broken branches and mourning the end
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| Let me find my peace from the death
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| Let me find the pleasure through your pain
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| The wishes I had with you who died
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| Dispersing and disappearing like a fleeting cherry blossom
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| Bury my body under the rotten roots
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| My love is broken by your smile that I accidentally saw |