Youngblood

Youngblood
You're close to me, close as the end
i love the past, i must not forget it
i do remember "dialogue", "sunrise"
and searching for liebenfels
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You're far from me, (why are you) so far from me
i call up the past and i regret it
outside i stand looking in
and revel in the chill of nihil

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Not dead in beds of white
not dead a body wired
not dead
he is not dead
He is not dead in beds of white
he is not dead a body wired
he did not die he did not die
he did not die
May the past arise
and change the future
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