We could have saved them one by one All the lovers left all alone We could have killed them one by one For putting beauty into vain words Something is missing When no more candles could light the dark When no more roses could add some colors When everything around me smells like someone Who disappeared into your mirror We are the saviours of our dignity We are the leftovers of crucified generations Made out of murders and of abuses Digging the gap between moulded heads and the passion We are the prayers needing no churches We are the sense of all no name rebellions We are the quitter and the rejected We are the betrayal to a two thousand year old question
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