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Twenty-five springs and summers gone Twenty-five suns of brilliant tone, Twenty-five springs and summers gone Twenty-five suns of brilliant tone,
I killed a phoenix, and it did not rise I was dead cruel, gave up to my vice. I killed a phoenix, and it did not rise I was dead cruel, gave up to my vice.
It sneaks out when I sleep and touches me! It sneaks out when I sleep and touches me!
While falling on the ground The dried up leaf While falling on the ground The dried up leaf
Can we stop? and applause. The fake and the pretentious Can we stop? and applause. The fake and the pretentious
O eyes, pure eyes cry not twice! O eyes, pure eyes cry not twice!
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, in her cries, in her moans; There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, in her cries, in her moans;
The vague void of your very existence, Crumbled into darkness and you were lost... Forever! The vague void of your very existence, Crumbled into darkness and you were lost....