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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2010-06-14 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | The well stands near of a mystical tree I’m just alone, and it is waiting for me, I hear its sound which scares deathly Trying to explain to us about destiny. Its depth proves the length of existence Stealing your last grain of conscience. You are captured now by its sight You fall into well but you see a light. Are you enough to strong to feeling it? Or do you only put on and doesn’t it fit? When you see the light through pain The well deepens because it will rain. You try to escape with mystical wings But you can’t hide yours weird feelings Which throw you in dark depths forever And you’ll not be able to become better. You are absorbed by the water of death You’ll not recover, staying without any breathe. At last, here in well do you want to listen me? If not, leave me alone in my own eternity!
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