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A world turning in opposite direction bells toll of my lament skies not blue Rain on the path I wander empty and alone never looking up Mo not sad - just hollow each breath gone expelling life from myself closer to ash Speak to me of beauty - Maneuver with grace Enter my thoughts with light - Maneuver with grace Waking from nightmares a life of repeat we continue on straight to the end And all I need - is what I need - to breath of my Soul From Letras Mania