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Her hand's scorched skin
touching me now, as I sleep What we now dream can not be seen How else do you find me but sick? Crumble, crumble, down again Feel the most terrible of pain! And again, as you are under Feel the strength of roaring thunder! Writhe in pain, and slumber madly It has scarred your precious sanity! And again, now as you die, All your life has been a lie! Breathe it in, altrough it kills you And it's eating you inside But you're empty, so no matter Still you hear the wind, its cries..
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