Blue taints vanity within the clouds, hanging motionless in the sky - Water in our lakes, water from above, before the doors to heaven - Surrounded by nature and her flawless sounds, the treasurer to life which lies, untouched secrets that has never been found - The signals to gain a life, forever, who is fake and who acts to be real inside the fairytale - Are you still searching for the glass slipper, greed torn that has never slipped a foot to be worn - The broken faces in a damaged mirror, the frame of flames, burns the ash, black silver
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