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Move towards the light. Freedown achieved with time. Uncivilized hands tainted far too deep by a remembrance of the past. A product of your world. A product of this world. Will this stain remain the same? Will it always be the same? A life free from pain cannot exist with all that surrounds us. An example cannot be set of what's right with all that surrounds us. A product of your world. We can't always rebuild all that has been destroyed. I was what you made me. Peaceful existence denied. Wash these uncivil hands. May statement of life in a dying world. I've moved toward the light. I've seen it over time. Uncivilized hands become tainted from my past I find From Letras Mania