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a memory of the beautiful rhythms
where every me was learning to rock in the coldest eden will it matter my existence if someone like me can't break the laws written in dust will i ever get back to love you until death is beaten to make a bonfire out of sorrows too i just don't wanna help this mad destiny this tragedy lover it hasn't made me good enough for it and let me not be innocent from a little window of mine lesser above the clouds i see the nature and its tons of money i know these two gods sitting back to back within my cells i'll be among them if i turn my back to life they should have taught me what's this energy about and how to make a profit out of it
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