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Mourn the last day past of tears
Lone, to a bare room corner
Embrace a self to my knees
Cry'd to myriads but none came
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Ere the day hast slip the time past to came
There darkness still upstood, waiting
Restraint of yer hands, too reckless
Hold it still, but don't let it go
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Vale of the Haven rose to one who believes
Infidel will last stand in Hell, mourning
With whom life's on the'r lap
Pray to Lord! to last of the days
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Sought to sow the seed in the land in rose of red
The spring has swore a vow with hand on a lad
Whether the day nor bow to swear
Shalt be bold to sober in tear
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Mourn the day the rain to folk
Adore the embrace of the Lord
Many last past time to knock wither shed
And the autumn will dance in joy with herd
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Ere the years came to slip a past
Thy mere lad join the cast
Well afit with destiny ahead
Ev'n he play his illusion for last
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Whim, the checked box's Night and Day
Play'd by shod'd man of two destiny
Match, check, a winner must be one
Whom set aside the lifes of other
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Rose on the eastern side, Lights up
The Darkness of the corrupted heart
May thy swam across the Darkness to Lights
To found thy own soul, in the pond of the Losts
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And then, there lay one's hand of other men
And when the Lights shrunk to the vale
The other hand's always upside
When the other's down to the ground
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Red blossom withered weed of roses
And thorny fragrant branch rose to heart
Who knows what it would show
When a man's smell the charming petals
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Reign of the will of the youth rise in the air
Of hope, that the old's breathe in
The descent apiece sought the myriads
Shalt be known the truth in liar!
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Lean, the sword in half hand of you
Let the shield be bear on the back
Branded by the King of Ballad
Seemingly the shroud be cleaned
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Be pray, or the Havoc would be unleash!
Gilded by the satan's liberator, no
The people of faith will fight to death
O' Lord be praised to You our Life and Death
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Many years pass'd, by the mourn of we
Unveil the sin's we did, may the mercy upon us
By the name of the Lord, shall we be punished!
Or would we be the last branches of life
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Query the numbers again, or shall
You would be denied, to be here!
Nor the dimming lights on the back streets
Well being to you, by the day you would wore
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Flickering haze of the nature, well, be it
But, not be pushy, or you would be took sorrow
Wore the suits, and you would got it
But, remember when the time, you have to come back it
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All what i wrote here, was a passing by
A words that passed, in my thought
I wrote and thought in the same time
Ah, how proud of it, for myself
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Cycling road of the life, unstoppable
Palpable, indeed, no shame on thee
Nor the grandchildren of thee will be shame!
Grace, upon the last breath of thee, should be
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