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I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking
Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of
magics
I'm alone like pain in me
a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old
wizard indeed
blood tears fall down to the empty hands from the
strange eyes
Every sweet smell of gals 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
I'm alone like pain in me
a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old
wizard indeed
blood tears fall down to the empty hands from the
strange eyes
I'm sitting in front of the blank picture, looking
Old and tired, tired and old, without wings of
magics
I'm alone like pain in me
a thousand years is so long a time, I'm an old
wizard indeed
blood tears fall down to the empty hands from the
strange eyes