| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| My houses are collapsing and falling apart
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| Silently as the moon revolves around me
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| My houses are collapsing and falling apart
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| Silently as the moon revolves around me
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| Terribly sorry, but indeed you are the moon
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| Who will not fall to the earth forever
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| Terribly sorry, but indeed you are the moon
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| Who will not fall to the earth forever
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| At night you can hear my rocks
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| As brakes, as throats, as hyacinths
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| At night you can hear my rocks
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| As brakes, as throats, as hyacinths
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness
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| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| Lamps and stars slowly go out
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| There is horror and peace in the world
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| At night you can hear my rocks
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| As brakes, as throats, as hyacinths
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| At night you can hear my rocks
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| As brakes, as throats, as hyacinths
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness
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| The hands on it smell maybe
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| He wants to get to you and disappears into emptiness |