The cooling sun dying , and rising is this impure? children, it's midnight it's time, we've come hand in hand in heaven, on earth, in hell sick or well we're bleeding , all over the world you and me on land and sea I smile I clean enlightening the prayers, around me smiling, cleaning, in life, in dreams or, so it seems new beginnings new ends it's obvious it's it, the deafening, beautiful, silence... of dream!
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