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I ‘m sending a letter to my dead friend
In the country of ruptured smiles
I Drop the Holy Grail to eyes of
The world
What was I searching for
In the gallery of deception
Ripping pages of completly
Quiet madness
And kissed your scars
In the bloody tavern I’ll wait
For the girl with grey eyes
Archibishop dropped to look around
Mistakes into bonfire to put
Violence built on water
I tough you know
My deeds
That I’m not cold
Not even hot
Harsh voice was calling me
By name
You said that the houses are made of paper
And they are reversed
And why did you lean your head
It always starts like that
Fields of death…
Landscape of some nuclear war
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