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No reflection in a blank miror, And no remains from the errors. The blackness and the terror, Are the ownership of another. Here is the present of the light, The power of which pierces the night. Dissipated is the infamy, And never again it will be. Second breath of life, Revival, another chance. No more fight, no more strife, In the lanes of no sense. What did you win in the avenues of the violence? What else did you get than the absence? What remained after your fury? What else than the void and the worry? |
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Here is the present of the life, The power to start over and to go high. Volatilized is the insanity , And never again it will be. In front of you there is a new path. Which don't have the winds of the past. Flirt with this new dimension, Let you drive and walk on this horizon. Nothing to lose, you can only win at it, At the life's end, remains no credit. We will have to pay for our acts, For now it's not too late for a new pact. Here is the present of the light, Here is the present of the life, Destroyed is the misery, And never again it will be. |
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