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At the lonely dawn of creation of the earth
Formed a colorless blank, untouched world

The disciples of creator, who were born giants of colors

Grabbing a brush, these huge giants
Painted the sky over your head
Sometimes with lust
Sometimes with blood

The disciples of creator, who were born giants of colors

We
We shall fall and be
Crushed in the abyss below
To made
An everlasting mark
We shall fall and be crushed in the abyss
Below

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