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.rightity. - the summer of death

But our summer still smells like death
The pipes of the factories are groaning with smoke in the shipyards
There is no more life in the world above, so faithful
but not now! Because the vector decomposed in the veins

Under the sound of winds
This is a perfect event, slid by a blade over dead fabrics
Soporific effect, infect mayram, my mind is imprisoned a little differently,
Than how to want with the advent of darkness to weave into one braid, the declension of indirect

Such a topic, a floor of a verse, a floor, a floor of a floor of a life for centuries ...