| See this place after winter
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| while wind is blowing softly
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| and another night has gone
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| with no sleep and neither noise.
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| «Sisters"are burning in Hell,
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| «brothers"maybe are doing it too.
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| Wrapped in fire or lost with angels
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| till those lies will become truth.
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| Burn and burn my little bed,
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| you should understand my opinion,
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| after all I’m wasting time
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| talking with some hidden idiot.
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| Burn and burn dear useless voice
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| losing you is the best choice,
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| no more lies to say any longer,
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| just some shit to die for.
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| When that Light’s vast sea is coming
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| to kiss my head once again,
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| an involuntary dream
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| is getting closer for a while
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| with its warm blue hands of sorrow
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| and draws the past of a blind crowd,
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| when a future made of playing shades
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| appears among the rays.
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| Our lives «dance around fires»
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| that somebody needs to light
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| thinking life is just a star
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| made for boring bunnies' shouts.
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| Time for hearing fairy tales
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| time to thank for all this fun,
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| all the teddy bears are buying
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| brand new tickets to the sun. |