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At last
We are lost
A need
A substitute for our behavior
Insanity faces reality
The truth may cease all
The truth may condemn all
Even the words confess
Where do we go
Until death comes along
No suspicion left
The end is decay
Left
Not left
Re-do
Undetermined
Unsigned
What would it cost
To let
To be
It self
With no allowance
To be trapped on the surface
Oh man
It's so unclear
So uncertain
Vultures and pains
The elegant ways
The drunk
Then we forget
We forget
We hurt
And the pain becomes elite
Where shall my heart go
If not to the sea
In growth is silence
Is death
Is an illusion
Is dawn
Not waking up
Is breathing
Is hearing
Is laughter
Is song
The earth lay in front of you
The sky is too naked for the eyes
It's the softness that breaks the heart
And the songs they play on the radio
Paris November 2015
What is it
If it's all inside us
And we all agree
We all fail
What's the anger
Is it all that we fear
Do we know when we relate
Does it have our faith
What is it that we believe
What mirror do we look at
With what words do we feed
What is our output
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