The way to suicide
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I stand at a cold old window
On empty streets pours a rain
The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain
But now is does not matter
On empty streets pours a rain
The emptiness in my heart gives rise to a wild pain
But now is does not matter
Does not matter that I hope and I want love
Does not matter that my hopes doomed on destruction
I always look in my reflection in a mirror
It seems to me so lifeless
I on the way to suicide
Last time I stand at a cold old window
An empty street as if my heart
Nobody can keep me alive
Too late for excuses
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