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Artrosis - The Second Face

Unrestrained sorrow besets and aims at consciousness

Something tells to run, but will there be enough strength to remain oneself?

Her lips whisper something you know well

Better with every moment

Inconsiderate move deprived of chances

Broke that what there was

You raise your head upwards so proudly

You are new in the play of shadows

Hungry for experience that comes along with time

Unruly since ever

You shed a tear, limpid and clear

Only it is that way

With unimaginable sheen it spreads to everything

That changed its sense years ago
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