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a memory of the beautiful rhythms
where every me was learning to rock
in the coldest eden
will it matter
my existence
if someone like me can't break the laws written in dust
will i ever get back to love you until death is beaten
to make a bonfire out of sorrows too
i just don't wanna help this mad destiny
this tragedy lover
it hasn't made me good enough for it
and let me not be innocent
from a little window of mine
lesser above the clouds
i see the nature and its tons of money
i know these two gods sitting
back to back
within my cells
i'll be among them
if i turn my back
to life
they should have taught me what's this energy about
and how to make a profit out of it
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