| White walls my face gives kindness in the eyes,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And the open window sings with freshness for you,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And the war between heaven and earth ended,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And beloved wet snow really wants to be with me,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And the trees showed their beauty in spring,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And in the entrance by the window they wrote - I love,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And holy beauty became beauty again,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And in your eyes the tear stopped being a tear.
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| Hurt
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| And now the dogs sang, and the voices howled,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And the cursed melancholy disappeared somewhere,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And a raw piece of love will not eat up innate fear.
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| And animals will not die on your holy hands,
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| And I'm not here anymore, and I'm not here anymore.
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| Hurt
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| And beaten puppies lick the sky with their tongues,
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| In an inverted moon in the section of kind eyes.
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| They need water like we do, they need love like we do,
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| But the ban comes from heaven - they don't like us there.
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| It can be seen that the evening will burn out in the red tears of bullfinches,
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| And insidious eyes from the sky will look at us.
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| And our king will not give us horses,
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| Our thoughts, like a window, will slowly creak.
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| Hurt
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| Hurt
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| Hurt
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| Hurt |