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Stars are falling behind the broken glass
the rivers run with the sins we have given birth
while we wait for our past to claim the land
the flowers die...
Death is the curtain of our new life
we make the judgement of his children
they are repelled by society
for not being blind...
I am one that should know
your scared; it's alright
i can make everything magical...
Jealous angels fill the blinds hearts
and when there consumed may it be
I hope you come and talk to me
I am the one one who can speak your dreams...