The fever has no end, Leila Samarai

The fever has no end
The song was left without sound and fire
The mists do not care to be praised
Hence the difference is null between water and mud

A girl with no stronghold is in tears
While the wall of homeland withers

In the subconscious dialogue
Nobody is awake


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