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Walk on the street of lament Rip time apart Nail down your love And caress death.
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In the night of the cabin I caress the indecisive butterfly As sharp lightening Cuts the dense darkness of the air The rosary chain breaks Purple clouds Filled with dew The chalices of the lilies in blossom. Seven black horses pass by To break amphora of the dawn.
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