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A neverending autumn is living in my head.
My sould's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in.
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds of the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, i live in different place.
There's a ghost mist in my soul and a mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings.
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who sings
her lonely, empty song with the lonely empty gong..