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Falling across forgotten landscapes Transcending all time and space Well I've read from this book before but through different lips Turned by different fingertips I never learn the lesson until I learn the lesson too late I fold and I start again Rise up and over and collapsing in MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE Dying and rotting away To wake up and start a brand new day Like a bottle brought back then thrown away My soul's in the process in the cycle of change MY SOUL IS RECYCLABLE I've learned these lessons before but I'll be damned I have forgotten them I've read from this book before From Letras Mania