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No one shall ask you about me

Calling the life inside I wander

Through green fields absent of sense

No one shall dream about me

The plague arrived on the sweet streets

Grey and sad bank of fishes

Fall from the ablaze sky

As it turns a bad day for all

A classic window maker

Confused wanders on the streets

He thinks Armageddon is here

The new era has begun

And desolation confused gets away

In a small eyed chamber

A creep dark cell of mankind

Collapsing again and again