Lilies, lilies, on the floor...
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Lilies, lilies, on the floor, I am counting to four.
Clock’s struck midnight –Here I go.
Pleads of yours, screams’n’pain
Just do nothing –It’s a game.
Poor, poor, guy… Guilt’s inside you like a cold?
You are sinner. Not my fault.
Your desires, dreams’n’ thoughts
Now are vanished, lost – as ghosts.
Lilies, lilies, on the floor, I’ve counted to four.
Dust to dust, soul to soul.
Life of yours is one big foul.
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