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Poisoned Souls

Tristesse De La Lune

Hide behind our words
Trying to hurt us
We don't want to see
In what we don't believe

Try to touch reality
And try to feel the earth
We are those poisoned souls
Don't understand

We were like
Feathers in the wind
Trying to become eternal
But there is nothing
We can reach for

Forget what once was
There was no excuses






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