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Mixed dream
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A dream made with bloody tears
And dust, with lost hopes and fears.
From my grave I see the crimson moon
And I know I’ll be holding her soon
A last walk through the graveyard
Then I go back in the crowd
Waiting for a one-way ticket to the stars
Now I’m loosing the last angelic scars
The bitter beauty on my lips disappears
And it turns into bittersweet tears…
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