Stone of no value
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Appeared as a diamond
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Although it's always been unbroken
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It's gone into a dream long ago
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And you're white page again
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You efface words with rain
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That bitter like a wormwood
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You will find your breathe
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In unwritten verses
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When you master their plot
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You're white page again
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You efface words with rain
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That bitter like a wormwood
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Her touch of your burnt feelings
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Will never come back
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Wormwood - your sing
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You fight with dream and night
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That is memory's queen
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Everything is being brought to dust
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In your inner-self and together with you
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In the gallery of phantoms and shadows
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You stand stock still alone
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With new hour hoping
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Something will let you move
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But again
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You're white page ...
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Male
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Artrosis |