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Staying at the door of dream,
Trying to succed a step I feling so close to truth But is seems is hiddin thought.. I feel like a complotation Hiding by the scene of love And somewhere ,somehow ,some second It'l reveall The Pain of Cold.. Simbolised by all this pleasures I feel captured in a cage That keeps me inside the trap Without not let me to feel The universe of dream. Im keep my faith In a World Of Madness Im keepin my values An d Throw the rain of mud... A conclusion came at end I am just I and the Universe, Universe wich brings me peace and not let me without speech. In a face of a broken mirror My own image of The GOOd..
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