We'll never break the chain
Of cirkles from beginnings and ends
Who
I'll see the eyes, that looked in mine
Always hiding the
There they go the last two hundred
The fire is waiting
Silent
The human race existedWith the certain suppositionThat his death as
Little mother why do you let them weep.What's the reason
Manslaughter, frenzied action, lost desires.Thus sentenced, time's slowed down s
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