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I can taste the dust wipe out my tears
When memory choirs upon the graves
Like the old times we share everything
Dancing the crazy wolf and singing the owl
Upon misery we run happiness
On a plate of rotten bronze
To swallow the fruit of emptiness
Everything is hollow since wind blown you away
My passion and desire committed suicide
Hanging on the ceiling of my broken heart