The gone staying by me
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Feeling disease, crying sun
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Soil adorning me, preparing to grow
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Fever, disgust, dear sigh
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Bewatching the truth, morals to break
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Catch soon the breeze, immortals
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And if my tears were only joyful
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I would better rest in silence
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Instead of writing down my claims
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To pleasure such a lonely road
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A sombre tangle to disclose
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The damned poets of dirt
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Lake fulfilled with sand, prayers of lies
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Wishing disease, unholy blue
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Is covering meand our sins
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Forever gone, trapped in life
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Poets Of Dirt
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| Dew-scented |
