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Swim in waters disturbances Of The consequences To Await here the end To Float in the too heavy air Of The
almost nothing HAS that to stretch the hand If I must fall top That my fall be slow I did not find rests That
in the indifference Nevertheless, I would want to rediscover innocence But nothing has direction, and nothing
goes

All east chaos HAS side All my ideals: words Abimés I look for a soul, that will be able to help me I OF A
generation disillusioned, Disillusioned

Who could prevent me From all to hear When the reason collapses HAS which breast to devote itself That can
claim to lull Us in his stomach

If the death is a mystery life has not nothing to stretch If the sky has a hell The sky can well to await me
Says me, In these opposite winds how to do it More nothing has direction, more nothing goes

All east chaos HAS side All my ideals: words Abimés I look for a soul, that will be able to help me I OF A
generation disillusioned, Disillusioned

All east chaos HAS side All my ideals: words Abimés I look for a soul, that will be able to help me I OF A
generation disillusioned, Disillusioned