A Lonely Soul / Hymn To A Dream
Ophthalamia
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Atmosphere of nothingness, nevermore pride
A useless existence, cast to the outer side
Searching since ages, to find a clue
To enter a state, joining what's true
Lost and unable, to break itself out
Forever to drift, where no one hears his shout
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