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The Dead Space


In the dead space, between here and there, a city is sleeping

In the dark days, no one is aware, a world lies dead

In the empty place, no one understands, the mind is a prison

In the lost world, everything is planned, escape will kill

 

In the past days, life was worth living, everyone was his own

In the last days, ends at beginning, no one is free

In the light place, goodness did not lack, Love was worth believing

In the dark space, bad is the fall back, hope is now dead

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