My eyes trace the horizon,
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winter brings another death to a year.
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Give a free course a choice,
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it's denied it's more intensified.
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Shades of blue or just the shadow of the mind.
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Suffered death but could not die,
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so here upon my back I'll lie, freedom my fill
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gaze into the deep my Black Heart.
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Suffered Death
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| Big Boss |
