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Anorexic branches of weeping willows Get played by the wind A hungry man pushes milk on a trolley Strolls by corpses for their sins skinned. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Soft sounds of Rachmaninoff Make nature in frames move Holy is the feeling of freedom Every escape of mine freedom does approve. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Silver collars of workmen All washed and left to dry Empty parks and streets get haunted As years go by. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Hordes of suits pour in crimson rooms Stacked with greed From floor to roof Indeed fast they run when they smell the truth. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Shadows go around Green dies and again is reborn Every year with even less sound than before Corpses still hang, God wants more And all this shines 'Till one day it sets on fire Burnt is the last proud buyer Melancholy stands still, stopping to admire Then walks away, She understands; The world has expired.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
Morning rays of Melancholy
Anorexic branches of weeping willows Get played by the wind A hungry man pushes milk on a trolley Strolls by corpses for their sins skinned. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Soft sounds of Rachmaninoff Make nature in frames move Holy is the feeling of freedom Every escape of mine freedom does approve. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Silver collars of workmen All washed and left to dry Empty parks and streets get haunted As years go by. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Hordes of suits pour in crimson rooms Stacked with greed From floor to roof Indeed fast they run when they smell the truth. All this shines under morning rays of Melancholy. Shadows go around Green dies and again is reborn Every year with even less sound than before Corpses still hang, God wants more And all this shines 'Till one day it sets on fire Burnt is the last proud buyer Melancholy stands still, stopping to admire Then walks away, She understands; The world has expired.
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RamonaDavis
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 5:05 AM UTC
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