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The dreaming town - that's lack of feelings,
pouring rain - that's lack of breeze.
My room is dead, the moon still shining,
My veins are griefed in flow of tears.

From dark till dawn go on, but crazy,
"And pure your mind", - the doctor says.
As no memory, as no chances.
No pray, no silence, no way.

No chance to love - I was mistaken.
I've  tried to say, but ist's only just a scream.
God only knows who was to save me.
My life is going out, like a beam.