| Pour existence full of limits, never burnt by pleasure’s fire*
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| A book of guilt leads them lives
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| At the heart of the dark I shake myself for their weakness (a sea of wisdom to
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| sail, and them, flock of sheeps, drowns down in submission (turn off the light,
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| forgive the sun scaping from storm to store in old dimension
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| Now I found a door, a mystic door between the trees in a black wood
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| I start to break the silence.
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| Perpetual silence of the deads)
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| When I close my eyes in total dark, turn off the light, forgive the sun scaping
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| from storm to store in old dimension
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| Now I found a door, a mystic door between the trees in a black wood
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| I start to break the silence… perpetual silence of the deads |