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Suffering clouds of childhood
Erupting scars of trauma
Rigid anvils soon age into
Tender hallucinations
Humble servants displaying fascinations
Foreboding sense of no return
Young myths in the magic of this time
Young myths in the magic of this time
Between youth
Something was missing
Between youth
Something was missing
Images surrender the slaughtering doves
Biting against the manifesto of time
In the underlying forests of fear,
Caged in creatures freed by birth to experience tears
Between youth
Something was missing
Between youth
Something was missing
Between youth
Something was missing
Between youth
Something was missing

“We suffered a rare, rare blue
So much hurt, on this earth
But you loved me
And I really dared to love you to

Perhaps what I mean to say
It’s that it’s amazing
That your love was mine”

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