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Beginning of a dream
May wind wrap the unworthy I up
You tower outside of time, on which I breathe
The sky feels rather narrow inside the bird, the bird feels even narrower
My separated eye floats outside my head
I'm stripping the world off of its' name to hide it in the subconscious
When nothing begins because there's no place for that anymore
When the night made off of sleeping forces and deadly rain
And of beasts cursed by the woods kills me with its dream as well.
Chased by a clean fire oh what will I do with
What I've seen and what I've heard when I dive lost
Into the space before words where my head is rotting
You rose without fear, you tear, you runaway dragon,
You complaint of black birds and sad praise?
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