| Sands of white and morning rays*
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| For my tears seem as the God’s pure hands
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| Taste and smell become divided
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| And my kingdom falls within you
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| Glass, false, will show my life
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| Look, leaves are falling in my eyes
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| Taste, smell, will speak of mud
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| Taste, the smell…
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| Waste blanks in which find me
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| Waste, blanks…
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| I’m the answer and I have sent the leaves
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| Without eyes you won’t see again the light
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| I’m the pure hands, I hear you confession
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| Follow me in subterranean gates
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| Grace, pride, are making me
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| Wings, clouds, are falling in my eyes
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| Taste, smell, will false my mind
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| Taste, smell…
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| Waste blanks in which find me
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| Waste, blanks…
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| I’m the answer and I have sent the wings
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| without eyes you won’t see again the light
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| I’m the pure hands, I hear you confession
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| follow me in subterranean gates
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| Glass, false, will show my life
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| Glass, false…
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| look, leaves are falling in my eyes
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| look, leaves…
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| taste, smell, will speak of mud
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| taste, smell…
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| waste blanks in which find me
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| waste, blanks…
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| Sands of white and morning rays
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| for my tears seem as the God’s pure hands
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| taste and smell become divided
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| and my kingdom falls within you
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| Shades of tears
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| I don’t see my hands nor feel my head
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| and your kingdom lives within me |