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I spit in my hands
into a void regret
arms of sorrow torns
in pleasure disconform.

Trought your eyes
sweetness decantation
the secrets that I know
the time it's take corrodes.

I'll describe my pain
you don't stay in my thougts
fascination
among these tears
find my blind eyes.

Praise of a blind child
praise of a dying flame
I will feel forever
your sweet taste.
I spit in my hands   into a void regret   arms of sorrow torns   in pleasure disconform.      Trought your eyes    sweetness decantation   the secrets that I know   the time it's take corrodes.      I'll describe my pain   you don't stay in my thougts   fascination   among these tears   find my blind eyes.      Praise of a blind child   praise of a dying flame   I will feel forever   your sweet taste.