Cold
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Walking alone in the darkness of moon Through the millions of faces and souls With the hope I again entered this room But night just crawls and crawls Following hate of the fantasy hope Searching for the end of the day Black-clad voyeur is taking some dope For eternal misanthropy to went away Empty galleries with pictures of dead Silhouettes with the tragic blood The decayed darkness is blackened red And the spirits are praying to god

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