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Текст (слова) песни: Ephel Duath - The Unpoetic Circle (Bottle Green)
It is quite ironic, I can`t slow down this run, But this was my object: To feel.
Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is it equilibrium? We are sliding but all appears so immobile.
And I`m so different from me: It`s so stupid. Please sketch a portrait to define, I will offer you our faces, Incompleteness, Indefinite resistance.
Here, Without disturbances, Lives the sound, I want to close this cycle, But is it equilibrium?
We are sliding but all appears so immobile.
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