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It was cold traveling here,
Behind the door my sight was clear.

When it ended,
Everything was grey.

These wonderful things I need,
I'll find them another day.

I was lost in emptiness,
And I fell over the loneliness,
Behind the heavenly mists.

Oppressing...

Death's caress is sweeter
Than any woman's one.
Its arms are like a shelter,
Like the light of a blackened sun.

Behind the gates,
There's nothing we hate.
Wandering there,
In the freezing air,
Is like an eternal sleep
In limbo so deep.
I feel the waves
Of the garden of graves.

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