Is there anyone here for whom its wholly clear which way he wants to stay come to light, come on appear. All the searchers around look what they have foundhard life still blind they dont hear, the sound Rose of martyrdom a mighty storm against boredom no deadlock each step a thorn to the rose of martyrdom. At the end of the game youve been failing insane you feel it was not real tears have just one name. Theres no cure, no cure for death dont wanna live to regret. It makes no sense after all nobody can catch the fall no rain will wash up the pain till we get the call.
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