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The earth rotates and the knife cuts by itself I can barely see you behind the thick bars of evil I'm afraid to even touch sand and glass Someone said today Taste for metal sinners Wind for crushed hopes He has my world, my world The heavy earth is still hardening Give me hands that are noble brown The cold is piercing the poor neck, the foot of the body I hear a voice from afar
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