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Sunrise floats, shows,
Keeping everything it blows
Wake, stare, while it's still clear
Still, don't know the fear
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And as we clad ourselves in midnight's obscures
The velvet moon will guide us to the shrieking skies
Elysium so far, I cannot be denied
Of prophecies, and opium, and many of the kind.
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כל משוררי
ההתאבדות על
האנטר שלי |
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