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Let's lie on the coldness of the floor

Vinyls flowing trough our ears

Become one with our fears and tears

United trough hearts of forgotten cavaliers

Cursed artists, for their own hearts are crumbled on pages

Staves

Canvas

Lost back in ages

On broken stages

Hearts pierced with roses burned with hope

Crashed dreams numb minds, undercut ropes

All of that is in the vinyls

Bunch of sin, guilt, and hopelessness

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