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Tow of a Kind
[C]The stars are shining in the sky.
fill’s me up whith magic and whith signs.
The snakes are dwelling in my mind
so comeon and see what you can find
And everything is hiding
And suddenly you realize
You have to die on your eternal birthday.
The freedom is detected on your line.
so please show me what you find
convay up whith sweet sweet lies.
The trubble is completly on your side.