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The stars are shining inthe sky, fills me up whith magic and whith signs.
And everything is hiding, - and sudenly you realise.
You have to die on your eternal birthday.
The snakes are dwelling in my mind. o comeon and see what you can find. Convay up whith sweet, sweet lies. The trubble is completly on your side
And everything is hiding And sudenly you realise You have to die on your eternal birthday.