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Can you describe the days of the past
Can you save the days of the future?
A breeze comes here, and it is the last
To bring us cold the holy cure
Is it possible to free the condemned
To gaze upon the cloudy mist?
A soul tormented by a secret
Leaves another empty list
If the fugitive, in want of credits
Has choked alone, his pitiful cry
Then you fled, the world of fits
But all you've got is a tasty lie
Your image, you search in vain
An ex-convict, or a childish man
And you doze off alone in the void
But wet dreams must be avoided
After a strange wandering, you wake up
Like a selfish prisoner, a herd's tup
Emotionless, thoughts pass away
And get you to the endless bay
The road has already clouded the tracks
To the Troy of your ego, to the warring packs
Where your soul, became recidivist
And married Helen, to the darkest beast
The costly shoes you hired yesterday
Are rotting in the dirt, rotting away
The fragile box, tears apart
Overthrowing, the song of the sad
And you wish to know, the naked earth
But in that life, you're dead, before your birth
