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Burn in this wildest dream
From a flower sin, Feel the sword in my heart When I wake up in the morning, Cuz’ I died in the shadow of life… And buried in the clouds of the Past At the shade of a dream covered by dust. Cuz’ the earth moves too fast, The sun is passing by… And I feel the blade of Death In my soul’s emptiness. I’m buried every time I close m eyez in the night And born every morning When I take my first breath. Maybe LIFE is an illusion of DEATH And my soul is buried In m own body…
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