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The world has lost it's colors, Black pall in front of eyes, Nothing matters for me, I invisible, in real life I have Sorry ghost, Grey world in front of eyes, I go far away in my mind. Where only I go, The other must get lost, What only I can find, The way there is booked for others. Colors appeared in the world, But the light still faded, I'm walking down the road again, Stars go upstairs, I'm walking on the edge of the moon, The sky is breaking again, The world remains sublunary, There behind, and I am without shackles.
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