| Slackly watching the glare of the bucolic hills
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| Stumbling in mirrors without blindfolds aside
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| Jubilating the chants of a broken past
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| When the fear steps in, blind man can see
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| If we all fear, we will be forever blind
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| The reflex of a strained face
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| Not a single broken mirror screen
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| Sense of tomorrow
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| Black puddle of mud
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| Unfolds the path
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| Unstoppable carnage of unfaithful dreams
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| In this somber world, one can never behold us
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| An obscure meeting, a screen that is so dirt
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| Infant dreams
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| Reveal the glare
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| 360 degrees of light
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| Don’t be fooled by the mask we create
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| For this is all a lie
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| Blending affections
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| Departed souls wonder a showcase of pride
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| Burning desire of blindness
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| Just watching it passing by
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| Wasting time
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| Living the most obsolete life
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| And searching for ways to escape
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| Fall into the deepest coma
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| This putrid sphere deserves no lightness
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| Once so brave with its flaunting walls
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| Fashion of reflections
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| Vanity of a gloomy life
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| A brighter world, a gentle gaze
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| A field of withered grass
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| Visible glittering at sunlight
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| The sweet glances can show a shred of our code
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| A voyage of fractured thrills
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| Dripping down from the waterfall
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| The glow from the gems outshines the moonlight
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| The reflex of a pale face
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| Not a single broken display
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| Sense of the future
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| May your ripped out chest rot in the sky
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| From the waters that I’m damned to cross
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| The glimpse of darkness
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| Memories of a forgotten world
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| I know no other way
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| Sickened of prowl on a celestial stone
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| Through frosted avenue
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| We walk alone
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| A massive vortex
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| To unfold the truthful breach |