"Dark Sun"

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Life is changing, life is dying,

between my needles and the sorrows,

which are shining, between my fingers,

like the wind that's singing

my "end is near", the end is near

the things I love, like and lived

all gone forever, through sunlight in hell

and the world that's cruel, with the old good man

the old good man in the sun thats burning

my dreams that gone, with the hands of death

my muse, my lover, the only friend

that's there for me.

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I missed my soul, that died in vain

in this awful lies, that hurt my body

without the light in sun,silence

keeping, all my strength, in the old

dark sun, which is weak and silence

like the poor guy hands,  seeking life in vain.

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All is gone right now, and the light is dark

and the dark is pain, and the soul has gone 

with the old good man , that today is lost,

walking trough the earth, like the last wind sound

that for me is death, like the soul I lost, waiting

to die soon, and not live more lies,

in this awful world.

 

F: "El Poeta Triste": Freaklife. 

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