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Kamil

Kamil is a name used in a number of languages. Kamil (Polish: [ˈkamil]) is a Polish, Czech, and Slovak given name, equivalent to the Italian Camillo, Spanish/Portuguese Camilo and French Camille. It is derived from Camillus, a Roman family name, which is sometimes claimed to mean "attendant at a religious service" in Latin, but may actually be of unknown Etruscan origin. The female version is Kamila, equivalent to English Camilla. Kamil is also a Turkish name, with the female version Kamile. These names were common during Ottoman Empire and are not as common in Turkey today. Kamil (كامل and كميل) is also an Arabic name, sometimes used as an adjective, more usually transliterated as Kamel and Kameel which can be translated as "perfect" or "the Perfect One". It… more »

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Spectral glass, crust of water
Shiny spectrum roads can see
That at last I have faltered
Tumbled down in shame and misery

It's been too long now it begins to breathe
Oh yea
Its eyes are sharp and sharper are its teeth
Oh yea
It's coming here, letting me know

Winter greens, dazzling dragon flies
Birch trunk peels along the snow
Sing to me and it's gratifying
Now it's late I have to go

Its dagger fangs have punctured through my skin
Oh yea
My eyes can see it treacherously grin
Oh yea
It's inching near, not letting me go

Time is but another pest that's whizzing through my head
Listen to yourself
It sounds like your brain's dead

Doppelgangers pester me, my vision's turned against
I'm listening to myself
It sounds like I need some help

So I stay awake, though my heart wants to rest
And things weigh heavy on the soul
And I lay awake, devoured by stress
Now I'm out of control

Its bubbly gums are snickering at me
Oh yea
A lovely sum of shameful misery
Oh yea
So let me be, I'm begging it so

Now the misty mornings beckon me with icy hands
I'm watching every step
I still slip, I'm wasted

Crawl into this shifty hole my heart wants not to rest
The scent that I hate to know
Is food and wine from days ago

Time is but another pest that's whizzing through my head
Listen to yourself
It sounds like your brain's dead

Doppelgangers pester me my vision's turned against
I'm listening to myself
It sounds like I need some help

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