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The hills are black inside a deadly storm
And no one dares to look at their remains; I guess the stars are now a sadly form With shadows near and winter kept in chains. Some trees are falling back from green to grey As our dreams fell on the ground like flakes, But shall I leave my soul or shall I stay In those conclusions carved with bloody stakes? Beyond this world lie other worlds. The sun Burned all my secrets in its yellow beams; Destroy the distance - sorrow has begun To play its madness with your sour screams. In empty voices words are just a sound Without a meaning or a phrase to bound. 19.07.2008
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