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My hands are cold
My mind is frozen
My plastic body
Has a shape of a stone
And though I happened
To change my future
It’s such a tiring, such an overwhelming
Life
For me
The street lights burn out
The trees will fall down
The houses, the cars, the banks and the shops
Everything will come to an end
Everything
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