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There is not present truth, no lie! Striated hand of fate, the lost traces of light. That Gone away to forgotten dreams, and fabulous visions of alien realms. Where light is brighter, but no one to see. That perfect dream of ancient seen. And now you want to, close your eyes, and run away to different skies. But wait ... I know sometimes this road - will leed nowhere. Let go. Dont go. The Ink will dry, and then it start, a different game a truthful ride! | ||
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