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in my heaven of despair
lies the ocean of impurity
a ship made of angels' hair
set sails on the morning tide
in my heaven of despair
blows the wind of insanity
a ship is sailing there
with sails made of golden pride
as the drowning man
I watch myself in the boiling sea
so if you are a man
prepare yourself for joining me
in my heaven of despair
lies the shipwreck of my hope
it's a sign for those who dare
in memory of those who tried