| When the parallel spiral unravelled
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| Before the firm grasp of my abominable
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| Came my birth in the well of the wretched
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| Novae, braggart of a last jest
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| My non-Sylph spread down
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| In the core of the hideous carnival grotto
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| Covering me of a Viperean mask
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| EnoreKiK eKarov sed xueil dSevape
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| TnarutpaK nom ruehlam ne snoredial
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| Rus ed Selpitlum SeteKaf ud tiafneib
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| The grand fork silence
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| Arising for the anchor’s cell
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| Enu eReip eroloKni, L noisrevni ed Al eLitnel
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| Enu egnarte emrof, L riovuop sed sreinred-sen
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| A maelstrom where repose the villains
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| Of the bazaar of virtues
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| Denaturation of the ork by the Zirconyum
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| A grinch in the night wearing its crystals eternally
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| A dispirited lunatic passage
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| Broken by the traitors…. |
| by this pernicious soothing
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| A mistake followed itself in the decisive cryptage
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| When the telescope fell on the inverted astron
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| The utopia was not mechanically very long
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| And logic vanished under the illogical
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| «If only there has been a claim for my sectimes
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| My poor sectimes… .they are… .they are mine!»
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| A frenetic impulsion influenced
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| When escaping the human yawning chasm
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| This globe transformed into memories
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| Novae, braggart of a last jest
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| My sylph fled…
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| After the (firm) grasp of my abominable
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| Allowing me to wear my Viperean mask |