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Wilderness
See you face..
Beauty,is this strange day
this strange way,
is a broken lie.
Girls cry,
for you to die
dead indian,dosen't lie.
I can't thrust.. myself
all smeared faces,
they're devils dancers.
People,ask me?
What you want to see?
in an strange road,
through the desert,
crystal ship floats.
A brain is old,
the sun is gone.
