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The street seems more dirty,
The windows of the eternity are opened wide,
A long scream through the pale sun.
Leaves that your limbs are covered in blood,
Lets your heart burn, it burns your eyes.
It burns your soul, It burns your eyes,
It burns your soul.

Stretched in an icy bed, odor of flowers,
You will remain here because you will want to die,
You will remain here where suffering is endless.
All change in a vortex of discomfort,
Today you are my friends, tomorrow my executioners.

The tears of the man have filled the oceans,
The complaints darken the skies of the black pitch,
The desire is strong to disappear.

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