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The gone by me
disease, crying sun

Soil me, preparing to grow
Fever, disgust, dear

Bewatching the truth, to break
Catch the breeze, immortals

And if my tears were joyful
I better rest in silence
of writing down my claims
To such a lonely road
A sombre tangle to

The damned poets of

fulfilled with sand, prayers of lies
Wishing disease, blue
Is meand our sins
Forever gone, trapped in