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When the clouds come back, don’t try to ride the sky.
It’s to risky and hard to cross the river wild
Make your life tomorrow and crass your dreams tonight,
I think I lose my mind , it’s hard to lose this fight
Far from the end the begging seems to be so close
Immortal hunters of time don’t you lose the crystal rose
16 year in jail our souls disturb your dreams
And in the Icarus way the sun will burn your wings
Far from the and in to the begging
This game is like a dream and that will never end
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