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fushinantly fool scermently cool
redumptin plu sheir evening veiw
crumbling quil regarding shovent fear
shaded valued in few secment in shadaled in you
watchful in nude breaking it's point here in through
crindaled in vocrent shapays in laughing shaldint ruching dapu
crawling hold a burning nutold gaping the ejaga of it's fold
driping descent sragals the hearts intent
sleeping fade rutatual and fay required serpay
antalinaly free it' flys swift in burdened it' crys
garnage in fail prusudent she gambles
pre in the far shan of the trees night glave
truent it sits peacking farnsly bagum
shmentid priceless for it's crin
smootched pragintin wasided plan retenda
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for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
around the trees in the seas above the sky below the eye
from the song to the speaking rythum
in wintery sky under the savering sighs
for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
with windiling given lies that seek there silnte cries
distant memory calling it's grimus reverbed prototcall
workful manic deppression awkened in my center
near from the sound far from the passion
for an anound fortress I burn with words that acrill
forsaken in the deepest plennor
quite from the storm falling for a brutal action
remebered for the one choosen forgotten for the places sholven
placed out of faith marked from the waking face
walking through pasts disertion proud of minds adovlen
seeking felt impression destorying my senitive interspace
for an anound fortress i burn with words of acrill
set in fate of mercy feel no pain atureee
a watchful eye aproches my welten deeds
slipping from fortold longer i lash intreee
wellspoken whith the last of almighty scrifting heeds
for an anound fortress i burn with words of acrill
formitalbly calling, unheard will, of an undying spirit
shackled for theift of my innocents lying teerit
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A mulking it's agaluk
It sits high in proud symbolic
The wandleing caps men
Swindiling down it's ivenya branch
A dull move for it's majected lanch
A walking man sees ten
It boldly sweeks bien
A watch from the gavens eye
Speack anogon boutful surprise
A meek wandanla shooting star
sweeps at the moving speech
A nudeful sound so nar
squins it's passage
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Arrested in faluered acts of inslavement
Parted from friends in family like vousledge
Isolated to a small room conjecting my sworn birth right
With in these wall speak true play of gradagan
mertisy
I watch and wait for the doors too open
Out of this ruled humpal i speck too my people
Open heartily pick up the arvish of angulong
I was awakened in the night bye scream
Feeling this used and mislead rooted in labeled dead
I stood up and left my tent whirling heaven help me stand
Working jahiv help me scream
Walking women help me breath
Helping brother why do u tread on me
Slow possition let me be
Quite muskl cry set me free
Peeking native show the way
Masked man creep in play
Surrounded Irishmen here my call
Deprived Scotsmen u see the death of it all
Sleeping china-men awake your vagarant action
Standing Korean watch are retoraling avation
Lost Japanese man seal the the pain
Laughing Jew seek your understanding
Realistic voushay linger around
Majestic overlay sink too the ground
A cor-test auction in this darkened is a wrecking my rightful place
If i die before i wake listen too your intuition
Ispeak to the heart
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New place of spoken true word
Space open nural verb
Where a dark amusing sencent is shown
The air filled with the mans sentence
his room square intention
A man see out of pure love
With midest scent of a women
A wonder about slipping past the distant memory
a look back on an old love flame
walking torards the foolish emotion
escaping the fact that none have found true
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