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I don't remember when, I don't remember how, I don't remember why...

The sky looks this dull but bright
The air feels this damp but fresh
The rain drops this hard but soft

I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know why...

The mind shut down but alive
The dream retreat but emerge
The soul frozen but warm

fall and upside down, dead and gone...start from scratch,hunt and dispatch
suffocated by the dark, paralyzed by the light
the mind wishes to be bind, the riff of stiff
when the purified regenerate