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galadri3l_84
Bine ai venit!
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I march along the lonely streets of anguish
A wanderer afraid to take his steps The bravest thought he has is foolish The palms of his hands are indelible maps Alone I have awakened sleeping giants With screams nobody else around me heard, In circles I love, and they are all my riots For all that wronged me, for all I've endured In circles I love, in circles I hate, Where every beggining meets every ending, And when the circles close I'm always late Left outside of my creation, begging. And dust shall cover them all.. Poor circles of love and circles of hatred It's in our nature, we've been bound to fall, To streap underneath, although we are naked |
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_________________ ego sin nomine
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