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The wind unblowing in the garden, it begins to rotAn affected hand traces out this spiral, tooA lament for a wandering life; oh, wind, "tear open the clouds to shine"My voice sings to its limitYour eyes reflect, unshuttered; the distorted world isStruck by rubble in these rotting days; your hopes are betrayedThe wind unblowing in the garden, the ashes of swimming deathAre violating your breast deeplySacrifices that were stolen into the sky, return to the earth to be trampled underfoot. oh...Your eyes reflect, wide open; is this the hoped-for world?I shout to the sky over a roiling earth, a lament embraced by fire...Your eyes reflect unshuttered; the distorted world isStruck by rubble in these rotting days; it's recorded in your soullalala...chained... buried... It's your stained soul...Your stained soul... From Letras Mania