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Iґm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking
Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of
magics
Iґm alone like pain in me
a thousand years is so long a time, Iґm an old
wizard indeed
Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the
strange eyes
Every sweet smell of sluts is lost in their graves
All the evil of my thoughts is my vile web
I like only my smell of false memories
But their picture, their picture is vacant
Iґm alone like pain in me
a thousand years is so long a time, Iґm an old
wizard indeed
Bloody tears fall down to the empty hands from the
strange eyes
Iґm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking
Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of
magics