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Why the time has stopped

the illusion staining your cold tips

waking and riding the tides

intunecat e cerut

de-un gri ce-n negru se preschimba

de-un negru ce mahnit, toarna picaturi reci

ce uda tot si patrund pana in esenta

incat amorteala si depresia pun stapanire

life all tost in your mind

swinging me for eternity

why begin this

tear the living

that you once tost

...a note

to say farewell...