| Turn the page, of the woman’s diary
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| That was found among dust, and pictures
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| A life-time, to be red
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| A life written down to be remembered.
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| Chapter one, a secret in the folders
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| Dark, innocent child, who run away from home
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| Wounded she walks, and soul already dead
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| Looking for angels to take her away.
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| Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels…
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| Love, hate, passion, twisted documents
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| Happiness, and, violence!
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| And she was running, running, way forever
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| Running, running, away from the sane
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| Running, running, from moulder pain
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| Running, running away forever…
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| Take me to heaven, the end will come someday, oh angels… |