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Within a darkend path of memories, do you lie there, still as the
night, cold as ice? I am wanting, I am wanted, the feelings getting
deeper indside. Cold and lonely within this crowd, here I stand,
wearing my crown. Monetary values to love and hope, need to get out of
this, need to stand up. Lying on this rack of dreams, a true nightmare
of robes, I can only see blackness, blackness of the rose.
