Bawling skies
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Choked reality¡¦
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Paradise
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Splashed my face with snowflakes,
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Strikes a blowing
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For corroding
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Of glare, which scorched these breaks.
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Endless roam
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Retains emotions¡¦
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Muddied with loam,
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In frozen hands it tries to beam.
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Holding tight
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Nubbin of light,
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I am still keeping this dream.
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Step by step I feel more ruts,
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Day by day I¡¯m going nuts¡¦
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Realization¡¯s decomposed,
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Can¡¯t remind twinge of remorse¡¦
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To see the door -
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Way out of gore,
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But chose another¡¦
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To hear the call
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Of stone-blind gall,
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But even not to bat an eye.
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Don¡¯t having soul
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To share fierce pour,
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But didn¡¯t cry¡¦
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Don¡¯t lose all those
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Pure memories,
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But toleration died at first
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The one, who pays
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Became too deaf
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For kissing Rays,
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Which vainly dance on palm...
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Just passionate fire
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Of bright desire
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To save my burden in the calm.
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The Blooming Tremble
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Fiend |