Melancholy ascended in the surface
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knowing that she'll have forever a lair
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in the underwater garden.
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Serene the azure body that filled
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the landscape crowled as ever.
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The sound here is a word without a
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meaning nothing can agitate the
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monotony.
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The new and the old event roll indolent
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embraced in a circle.
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The one takes the place of the other
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returning continuously in the beginning.
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What didn't belonged in the fluid kingdom
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has now become its integral part.
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The plunder that was stolen
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from the marvelous world of the unknown
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is hidden deep.
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Imprisoned from the seeweeds
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ornamented with the flowers of the sea.
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Every piece has its own story
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Every creation is also a piece
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of its creator.
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Behind the coral gate of the garden
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are sealed emotions
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[Solo : Sotiris]
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The Underwater Garden
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| Septic Flesh |
