| As he stood and tried in vain to find justification
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| — this cannot bloom in me for longer, with old desires getting stronger —
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| Another man was passing by and for a glimpse it strangely seemed
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| As if they were known to one another in spite of being contradictive
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| A cloud-like shimmering appearance, he raised his voice, began to speak
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| «Your existence drowns in failure, into a suffering decay»
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| Pale, accumulating letters, stuttering: «Relief?»
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| «Last time standing kid, and better take advantage of…»
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| Do not shiver in your sanity, at least you’ve got emotions
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| Do not shiver in insanity, at least you’ve got emotions, devotions
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| «Are you a wise man or a prophet, that you may judge and turn the key?»
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| «I never caused your intuition, thus it was bound to your deceit
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| The only reason for existence of the question why
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| Learn to cope with rare conditions, you didn’t even know before»
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| Do not shiver in your sanity, at least you’ve got emotions
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| Do not shiver in insanity, at least you’ve got emotions, devotions
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| «I'll rejoin my old intentions, sinner you could call me not»,
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| «Possible while sleeping-slumber, reaching out for dreams that — You’ve lost»
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| Glued to life he tried in vain, reduced — the essence of his body —
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| Entering slowly, smooth, declare a magnificent new sphere |