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Incredibly, the halo is forever widening |
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This aura of melancholy infinitely absolute |
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Trying to disappear at times in the form of other mask |
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I have imposed, or that I try to create me alone, |
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Some memories and thoughts and excruciating pain I see in the gloomy light |
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distance ... |
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Majestic spirits are dead. |
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Majestic life that ends |
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Majestic, the death that comes |
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In the fog of ourselves, we find the key to open the door of our fate... |
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Afate already finished at the start .... already dead ... dead inside. |
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Incredibly, the halo is forever widening |
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This aura, of melancholy.... infinitely.... absolute... |
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Trying to disappear.... |
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Majestic spirits.. wrapped ..in a deadly grip |
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in a deadly grip ........ |
