The summer is near, the hot times of fear
The sign of the red hair away to be clear
Infest the sensations with hollow reflections
The pain that will follow its own reincarnation

Silence dominates the mind of the weak
Never been strong, used to be sick
Lying alone waiting for the sun to fold
As you keep waiting your fate is being tol

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