Clinking
My heart is wounded,i'm a living corpse
I'm dead and buried,in my sorrow,i'm dry of sobs
My tears have dreaded,unwaiting of props
My life is tainted,i see no hopes
Tomorrow is unwaited,i've spinned like tops
For my heart is wounded,you left me a corpse
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