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The shade of love gives me your hallucination
I need to endure the solitude, this awfull screaming
To the sting of the atmost chaos
Where the primordial weakness is so hideous for description

All is silent...

Thundering panthymonium, captured by horror,
Everything around me appear like living blind image.
The wind from the lake of memories,
The cold climate gives to the solitude a tone of delight and psychic beauty.

All is silent...

Why my god?
Why even the light of your sun is like the sparkling of a scar?
When it erases and erases...
Maybe it could be a miracle but it's so cold
There is no turning back
(when it erases) so I have to go.

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