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Flowers are fed by the guilty sunguilty for keeping the life commandwinds grow to stroms, storms bear futher sonsthis is my breed ... this is the cycle of need.
If you play for me - I cannot be.
Lost in you and nothingbut peacein my handsnothing but a smalltalk with my deathnothing buta pioneer who climbs thehighest mountainto fall
And the course of the streammakes us to madme we've never beenawakes the psychopath who reststo watch the suffering process.
You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be
Los in you and nothingbut peacein my handsnothing but a smalltalk with my deathnothing buta pioneer who climbs the highest mountainjust to fall ...
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