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I have to fight each step I make
Thin on the grounds my bliss
All we two ever dreamed to have,
All of thats gone to dogs.
Thats what affection did to soul:
Heloma, coal and ash in it.
To me, it all means nothing though
If only mom would live.
Let it be that foes have pushed me down,
Cutting of my oxygen supply.
Let it be that they wish to burn me live on fire!
Let no luck be at Lifes stage!
Let foul weather be in rage!
Let it be that we live some more time if we only dare!
I have to fight each step I make
Thin on the grounds my bliss
All we two ever dreamed to have,
All of thats gone to dogs.
Thats what affection did to soul:
Heloma, coal and ash in it.
To me, it all means nothing though
If only mom would live.
Let it be that foes have pushed me down,
Cutting of my oxygen supply.
Let it be that they wish to burn me live on fire!
Let no luck be at Lifes stage!
Let foul weather be in rage!
Let it be that we live some more time if we only dare!
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