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There comes a hand out of the dark reachin for your hidden mood while your thoughts are getting stark tracin back themselves to find their root a flashin wish unveils the veils departed from your doubted sky you are a mirror without scales not knowin how to tell a better lie the mountain's gone with the smart days from which you brought back your charged soul wrecked griefs are covering the way that leads us to your very first role the wind got rough without a sign the plain is no true friend at all the darkness follows up your beaten line with no correlation to your coming fall From Letras Mania