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I stand between two banks

On the boat with still firm bottom...

Her... hungry hands amongst white walls

...Her dance...

I pace alone in the place

Where the death walks to graze...

With support of diseases

She has fed herself

Enough...she's insane...

In the spoor of death...

Alone in place

Of death of grace

On start of the end...

The carrier of light in black...

Carrier... of black for death...

She's slowly searching for entrances

To your life... sometimes she waits..

Some other time... steals... fast...

I pace alone in the place

Where the death walks to graze...

With support of diseases

She has fed herself

Enough...she's insane...