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Unstained naked body
Waiting for eternal clothes
Fold me I am cold
I canât show myself, Iâm unknown
Iâm ashamed of my father
My dear muses please help me
Letâs cover my skin with paint
Letâs hide the awkward memories
My roads are smooth, my roads are cracked
No birds are roaming on these skies
I watched the frozen air lay back
Thereâs nothing I can do this time
My towerâs frame is empty now
My rosegardenâs colourless
I would hold the worlds together
But now my blue skies are absent
Where are you my two good hands?
These hands are everything that make my own defense
No one will take a bow, no one to be spellbound
Iâm worth for no one to see if I remain incomplete
Red springs from roses roots
Paints the canvas with cold blood
The sun burns my cold body
As Iâm brought out
Where are you my two good hands?
These hands are everything that make my own defense
No one will take a bow, no one to be spellbound
Iâm worth for no one to see if I remain incomplete