| Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied
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| Hidden in an agenda of means
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| «Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!»
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| Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse
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| To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity!
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| Find sanctuary in the Eleysian sandcastle
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| Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron
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| See the branch easily brake
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| To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above
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| Surrendered to the miracle of death… A lesson to beg for
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| Marked as a Man I stand, behold the tide is rising
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| Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal
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| Hastily on the way to other «planets», whirling
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| To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade
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| A cure for the stream: To blend the evolution
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| As it leaps into tomorrow |