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I'm not, what I believed to be. |
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My face is the grimace of a drowning ghost, |
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submerged by memories. |
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My orbits look hollow and blank. |
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My chest is reigned by autumn’s breath. |
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Hosting nothing but the shards of barkless ebonies. |
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All these embodied shapes seem like strangers to me now. |
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Thieves that stole my youth...won't hurt me again. |
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Ranked like mute sentinels, set in naive reveries. |
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Your chants are the cries of a thousand dying birds. |
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Your rigid javelins in my side I wear |
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and on my back a grove of willows appears; |
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withered and parched, each with a hollow trunk. |
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For as long as I am able to save my transparent heart, |
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I won’t let you ruin the most precious part of me. |
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The pattering of the rain is the soundtrack of my life. |
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I am a lone wolf, survivor or beast? |
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But I have never been companionless. |
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When I cried there was someone who cried with me. |
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When I lost there was someone who lost with me. |
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We were comrades in misfortune. |
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Hurt companions for a lifetime. |
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Late at night we're driving through this town. |
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Together ... but both alone. |
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I looked into her eyes and saw nothing but dying dreams. |
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Suddenly she grabbed my hand and i could feel her cold fingers around mine. |
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We drove right through the middle of the storm. |
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Me and my best friend, named solitude. |
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The eyes saw an empty street. |
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Our shivering bodies felt two silent hearts. |
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The wind sent us some yellow leaves |
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and what we got was a blue story. |
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A story about rain. |
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A story about the whirling sky. |
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A story about dreams and struggle |
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and this neverending longing for freedom. |