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Lace heady dead persons
Portraits on the walls, fiercely and lascivious gaze crisscrossing
They're all mine, but the fear gets in my heart
I'm confused in these portraits, as in the maze
Methane and furious on the walls, bumping into fragments and dust
Father, get me out of here - I'm so hard to breathe
I'm so hard to tear off their masks from leather
After all, no person under them - only despair
And portraits look at me reproachfully
After all, they love me and my antics
Not seeing the masks of death and decay
Not seeing what they themselves - ashes
But the night will soon be over
And dead, dusty light caress my wounds
And the gray dawn light the portraits
Washing them with emotion, putting out their mournful views
And then it becomes even more terrible -
Because I am left alone

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