| Crying Heaven |
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itīs Simple and Impressive
Bitter Hopelessnes, Sad
I feel it all over my Body
Figure of Bird with Broken Wings
is looking Blue at Heaven
Flames are burning the Earth
and Scream broke the Curtain
God, donīt hide your Look
Allow me to Fly up to Beams
Save me from Pain
I donīt want to be burned in Hell
Nothing of it is the Truth
Dream to Feel it
Metaphor for your Lonely Soul
thereīs FalseHood in the Truth
God, donīt hide ...
Figure of a Bird ...
God, donīt hide ...
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