The shade of love gives me your hallucination
I need to endure the solitude, this awfull screaming
To the sting of the atmost chaos, where the primordial wichness is so hideous
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...Thundering panthymonium, captured by horror
Everything around me appear like living blying image,
The wind from the lake of memories, the cold climate gives to the solitude a
tone of delight and psychic beauty
Why my god? Why even the light of your sun, is like the sparkling of a star,
when it eraces and eraces...
Maybe it could be a miracle but it is no so cold there is no turning back so I
have to go...


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