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The staying by me
disease, crying sun

Soil adorning me, preparing to
Fever, disgust, sigh

the truth, morals to break
Catch the breeze, immortals

And if my tears were joyful
I would rest in silence
Instead of writing my claims
To pleasure such a road
A sombre to disclose

The damned of dirt

Lake fulfilled sand, prayers of lies
disease, unholy blue
Is covering meand our
gone, trapped in life