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A dream made with bloody tears
And dust, with lost hopes and fears. From my grave I see the crimson moon And I know I’ll be holding her soon A last walk through the graveyard Then I go back in the crowd Waiting for a one-way ticket to the stars Now I’m loosing the last angelic scars The bitter beauty on my lips disappears And it turns into bittersweet tears…
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