Your insults are like cold dead hands that try to catch me to pull me down to your empty abyss.
You will never catch me because I am as bright and as hot as a blazing shining sun.
Your hands well never touch me for they melt like ice cubes under the sun's blaze.
I'll shine on forever as you stay in your dark empty abyss.
You will never catch me because I am as bright and as hot as a blazing shining sun.
Your hands well never touch me for they melt like ice cubes under the sun's blaze.
I'll shine on forever as you stay in your dark empty abyss.
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