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Cries on the wind
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Her hand\'s scorched skin
touching me now, as I sleep
What we now dream can not be seen
How else do you find me but sick?
Crumble, crumble, down again
Feel the most terrible of pain!
And again, as you are under
Feel the strength of roaring thunder!
Writhe in pain, and slumber madly
It has scarred your precious sanity!
And again, now as you die,
All your life has been a lie!
Breathe it in, altrough it kills you
And it\'s eating you inside
But you\'re empty, so no matter
Still you hear the wind, its cries..
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