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Solo, voy con mi pena Sola, va mi condena Correr es mi destino Para burlar la ley (Como una raya en el mar)

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In the silence of static, secrets scream the loudest: The Signal's Warning
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In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
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