Sewn with thin thread words
Wind round the shape of stone mouth
Abandoned gestures
You come first then me
Deafened with the song of senses you steal something I do not want to give
Fortunes told by cards
You come first then me
Wind round the shape of stone mouth
Abandoned gestures
You come first then me
Deafened with the song of senses you steal something I do not want to give
Fortunes told by cards
You come first then me
A dream faded away
Two sides of a mirror
Two different ways
Two different words
Somewhere there
Another me
Poisoned, forgotten
Starving for memories
Affected me
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Ukryty Wymiar