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The Stranger I know of you false visions those transparent lines that unequal division of your sick mind the falseness of your gestures the weakness in your pain those wortless worldy treasures the good hearts that you drain a false person, you lied for so long irrelevant spontaneous suggestions only made to make you strong That is your following reputation I know you well, you lost soul there is only emptiness in your heart I see a soul so void and cold yes I knew you well for that stranger once was me. TEA BV 1995 |
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