| I’ve lost the train of my life
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| Due observation of others grief
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| And by the time my environment ruins
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| I will feel nothing but impotence
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| A sigh condenses my laments
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| Falling down to Earth through dirty rain
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| Sliced into thousand of new drops
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| And spreading my hopes with’em all
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| All my remembrance
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| Reflected as in a kaleidoscope
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| Over the vast sphericity
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| Of its shaved surface
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| Fake illusion
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| Detached exile
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| All my life has been so empty
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| Now that I know my time has gone
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| No more liquid flows inside me All was dried with the heat of my wrath
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| Rot my entrails and scorched my sighs
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| Until the hole of wasted years was full
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| A breath of sick air escapes from me Exhaled by a deep black lounge
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| Envenoms mankind with its sadness
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| A mental poison that cannot be cured
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| I’ve spent dead hours
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| Admiring the pass of time
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| Through an opaque raindrop
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| Across my window glasses
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| Fake illusion
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| Detached exile
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| All my life has been so empty
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| Now that I know my time has gone
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| And as I watch its march
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| Seconds don’t stop at my steps
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| Life slips by the hands
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| Of seasons I’ve mislayed. |