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We  betrayed own the sky,
Our freedom was crashed on the rocks,
I'm so sorry, my dear
I dont know what is right
You dont know what means the sea inside.
When these poor ordinary days dragg to the bottom...
I feel lonely
Maybe I'm missing love and warmth,
My polyphony of silence was broken
By your mute flow unnecessary boring words.
So I'm leaving. Say me something that wasn't said before
And better "kill me with spites, yet we must not be foes".