| Where’s the fortunate future?
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| Where does our fortunate future come?
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| Dick men
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| Fuck off fuck off
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| And wipe
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| (Get back my merrily memory)
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| Under the sun
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| To be revealed as if you were to be ridiculed, the disclosure
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| Of the flow of the red river
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| You walk the mountain road made of corpses smiling
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| Again you reach out and ants gather around the lily
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| Under the sun
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| People can’t redeem have ash, tears, and taciturnity in
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| Both their hands…
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| What’s Cruel is that the Sun and the Moon comes together
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| Even tomorrow looks away
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| On the Red Day you question taciturnity and… «» |