There at the borders Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life We run and run in circles Till the world stops spinning round Run in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence Till remaining breathless, panting Overwhelmed by laughter Starry skies of stains Ultimately sorry Uneducated random strokes of pain Its a chain going backwards through the veins Must sew up this wound and run away I can feel their strength Through crookedlightning desert pathways Run and run and run the pathways branching off through time Two lonewolves shared the utmost silence of the time run, run the pathways as you share the uttermost of silence Trieste Italiana Trieste Italiana
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