| Today would be the greatest day…
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| For the heaven to open it’s doorways…
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| And give free it’s white disease…
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| That will clean the world again…
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| Today would be a perfect day…
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| For closing all the books I read
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| Written through a rainy veil…
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| In these lightless rooms I lived
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| But I know that it won’t snow today
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| This world is much too sick for it
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| The demons eyes are lightless stars
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| Empty like the books I read
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| I thought this a perfect day
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| But the mistake burns in my throat
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| Under all these snowless skies
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| This world is no more clean again |