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In The Spanish Court
All Run On The Slime
Of A Last Summer's Day Light
Staring At The Immobile Square
From The Dark s***e Of A Room,
Through The Eyes Of Amaranth Curtains,
And The Last Days Coming On....
A Long Time s***e To Stare
In And Wait For Ever...
I Know We Have To Lost
All Our Senses For Sure
I Prepare Medications Of Soul
In Front The Machine
My Soul Desolated
Like The Landscape
I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
The Declining State Of The Vice Reign
Led Me Like Stranger On My...
Far Dynastic Shelter,
To Reveal Only A False Climbing Up.
I've Fear To Know Once More,
Among Folders Of New World.
So My Fee Holds Me,
And I Remain Still,
Stay Knowing But I Am Blind.

I Know We Have To Lost
All Our Senses For Sure
Art As A Sub-Escape Out,
Along Flemish Nights Paths
My Soul Desolated
Like The Landscape
I Wanted To Calm The Agitation Of Our Life
I Can't Leave The Mine,
Before Fulfilled Duties Of Ancient Blood,
To Ride The Centuries
I Learned The Fleeting Nature
Of The Poor Flesh Before The Lifeless,
Wanting It, Convicted By