There are children playing
In a mirror
Laughter does not leave under the
Labyrinth
In a mirror
Laughter does not leave under the
Labyrinth
Red blood gets my body wet
And who is killing me?
Where is my hair?
Where is my foot?
Why is here a place cold darkness here?
I want to feel warmth of
Skin getting wet as it got wet with
Rain
And who is killing me?
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