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Tables have turned. Nothing is learned, So real tragedy Love wasted. Up from the floor, Spirit one's more, A final learning process Falling down. You might scream, You might shake, Could be a lonely mistake And it's true we are through This is the last stop for Heaven or Hell How can we tell? Or real dead collective Lost perspective. Nothing is real, Nothing to feel, And when the pain consumes you, Death protects you Down here... |
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