La Casa dalle finestre che ridono
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They run hot in my veins...
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Soft. So soft...
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My colors are soft
like the Fall,

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hot like fresh blood...
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The liquid flows down
my arms

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My colors... they transcend me
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into darkness.
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My colors
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take me into the yellow decay
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My colors
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they flow through my veins
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My colors
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in my veins,
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creating
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a brutal nobility
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God... My colors
will paint death clearly

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Death, purity, death...
Purification... holding me

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at their mercy. My colors...
yellow, soft, dripping from

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their eyes. Purity.
Purity of death. My colors.


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