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Let my heart to die
And let her touch the sky Let my heart to fly And get up very hight Let her crush in hell In pain to yell In Gray shades Of blood cascades My soul falls into the fire Like feather floating in the wind Even is caught with barbed-wire I still smell your lemon rind Your words burn me alive Storms have replaced blood My heart felt in a nose drive My mind of your smile is still in flood The snake feeds on hatred of me I turn and I don`t know who I`ll be Purple lines running in my veins After the moans and screams of pains Faded wispers hearded in echo I leave you behind with your big ego So then I get off my clothes I watch the sunset how it shows A thousand shades of purple are fight And then I evanescence in sunset and become light
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