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I saw her in the nights,

Madness is my friend,

And she was bringing

In the burnt eyes,

Much more than she should

And she told me stories,

About fun and clowns of dust,

Which were dissolving

In the tremors of your body

And from the limits of your life,

Narrowing in every dose

In every friend, in every corner,

A damned child

I saw more than power,

Rejection, deception, contortion,

And she told me stories,

About fun and clowns of dust

Despair

Clowns of dust,

Clowns...

Clowns... of... dust!