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Suddenly stand up, suddenly turn back and go And breath in the space and start to run ahead. Suddenly fall down, suddenly break the hand, Be glad to feel pain at last after nothing. Don't let me make be afraid of sun. Fearfully stand still, fearfully look back. Remember those days, remember the face. Hopelessly get sick, hopelessly feel fever, Prepare for death and whisper a prayer. Finally relax, finally fall asleep And see the whole truth to forget it after. Gradually wake up, gradually breath in to ask And rise the inflamed eyes, be blinded by big, round, absolute, yellow
One more thing before You go, We're gonna tell You more We know You're tired of search,of inner flame, Of knocking on last door. You think they lead a perfect life, They're happy on their floor. They never try to try to reach the sky To penetrate the door We could be there for shining forever And they will never be free. They never need to know how wonderfull Life is beyond the walls. One more thing before You stay Without them we are faulse
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