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LIES
The walls tell lies
So do not touch them
Especially if you feel lonely
You will feel icecold otherwise
Beyond the Moon lies
The exhausted star of your eyes
Do not wish on that star
And do not ever want to cry
The lyrics will become parts of lies
If your heart does not compose them
So do not sing, and pretend to be wise
Keep on feeling not the same
Friday 21st May 2021 5:10 am
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