In my blood dirty
Aren't it in my blood dirty,
Where the tears down above me,
Making be more for cry,
That's what can free,
Having like this a new way of see the things,
In which alway look the number three,
And the prism it's stars rings,
You will rise now,
Right I'm growing as thinks;
Staying in middle around,
Quit myself with witness,
Love no fear of throne golden to have crown.
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