| We are not simple days and the simple nights
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| We are not the light of their light
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| We are not the coincidence
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| Bones will rise from the ground
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| Only few stories are true
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| Time will become our ally
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| And all that is damned will burn down
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| Will burn down, down, down
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| We speak the universal language of the power of the nature
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| We are a testimony to crucial matters
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| We are like wanderers on the desert,
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| Astral bodies, painters of reality
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| The logical meaning of things is eternal
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| We are the inner monologue
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| We are the the dialogue of the soul
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| We are the causative factor
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| We are the and creative element
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| Bones will rise from the ground
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| Only few stories are true
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| Time will become our ally
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| And all that is damned will burn down
|
| Will burn down, down, down
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| We speak the universal language of the power of the nature
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| We are a testimony to crucial matters
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| We are like wanderers on the desert,
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| Astral bodies, painters of reality
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| The logical meaning of things is eternal
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| Our minds are open and free from plague
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| And we are creations consisting of many real and unreal worlds
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| Now We are free from the dirt of the external world
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| We are the magical cycle and never-ending story
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| We are not the time passing |