There were days with the lights,
There were ladies in nights,
There were years when you couldn`t awaking.
You were sleeping, and time
Which was taking your crime
Have prevent you to your own making.
Now you being in numb
And your heart can not pump,
It will never sink in your chest out.
The advantage is in
Your untamable sin –
You don`t know what are you and where are you.
You can`t crying for dream
That you never had seen,
Can`t draw something from your dismal lesson.
Now the time which was your
Waiting for something more
Then your grave and this text on your headstone.
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