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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

up in my room, here in myroom, I'm rummaging through some endless tomb, indirect and thoroughly blind, inmany circles i twist and wind and as the atmosphere sinks into my skin, I realizethe punishment for my sin, an array of bliss crossed through my path, it fadedquickly with sadness and wrath, I guess it went away in time to loom somewhere inan endless rhyme, a rhyme, of wind and earth and life, the struggle of stayingalive, the strife, eternally, I do go on




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