| From beyond, out there the wall
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| Silent twilight is slowly fall
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| Walls of live, are hit the prayer
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| It crumble down, inside my liar
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| I am in hurry, time is flying
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| Veils of sorrow take my death word
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| God is playing, with chant of mankind
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| Lost illusion… of mortal season
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| How many dreams I can relive
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| Sliding along the hill of time
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| How many curtains I can arise?
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| With this cold pain that burn in my cry
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| How many curtains I can arise?
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| When sigh of sadness, deadly in my writhing
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| From behind
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| The final drama, is near to me
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| Walls of live, are hit the prayer
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| It cover my tear stiff
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| How many dreams I can relive
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| Sliding along the hill of time
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| I can not see… but writing…
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| I make ones reason for don’t cry
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| This is my secret world
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| Where I dream, when I die
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| This is my secret word
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| Where I paint, while you dream… and kill
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| To write about you, for ride the endless
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| When your red flowers, protected my sadness
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| To write about we, forgotten garden
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| Where trees of death wood, it pierce my spirit
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| Turning pages, I can relive, and change the tale
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| Turning pages, I what believe and pray ones again
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| Reason, reason, there is not reason.
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| For living for living in trough the prayers
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| Shining darkness, ever in me
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| I am sliding along the hill of time
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| What is the price, for things I lived
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| I can’t know show… no
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| This is my secret word
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| Where I dream, when I die
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| This is my secret word
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| Where I paint, while you dream and kill
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| Ones upon a time there was. |
| And then, it will be there
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| Stranger cold wind, just blowing on my hill… |