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A moonlit breeze softly flows past the ancient night. |
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Always calling out to the saints who hear nothing. |
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Never to see the royality of age, and the beauty of life. |
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Fortune comes for all man, inside a fragile wish. |
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Forever sending guides of hope unto this very flame. |
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To burn away every dream. |
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All the beauty, twice again. |
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To whisper in the wind. |
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Follow me to the edge of the sun, where only the coldest of hearts can survive. |
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Laughing to mock me, in sadness we dwell. |
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Standing alone, all time stands still, for you. |
