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In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
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Stop playing warden to your soul, you're locked in a prison
of your own device.
Stop playing warden to your soul, you're locked in a prison
of your own device.
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i miss you now, without a clue why
i miss my soul ,and I don't want to know why
i worry to much from the truth of my soul
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When I look at you I know quite well
That you don't care if I go to hell
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הבל הבלים, הכל
הבל!
פרובוקטור. |
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