| Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the stars
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| Lightens up the countless rooftops with a tender golden light
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| Under roofs beloved nooses hug the necks now and again
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| Guard the wrinkled mental health against reality
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| Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
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| Trying to comprehend why they still belong to this world
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| Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
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| Trying to comprehend why they still belong here
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| Roadways reek of the madness
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| Noone walks plague-stricken streets
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| Only lanterns patrolling
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| Beacons for the restless souls
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| Drowned men stay in the row
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| At deserted silent piers
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| Follow dying old man with their eyes
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| Full of salty tears
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| Massive cross of intellect
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| On the back of mental patient
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| Presses me into the ground
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| Shedding pain and desolation
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| All the efforts are futile
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| All the attempts are condemned to failure
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| Heavy rain through all the life
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| Deafens incoherent prayers
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| All the efforts are futile
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| All the attempts are condemned to failure
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| In the mad world where God
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| Has become the first self-killer
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| All the efforts are futile |