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Alone
The night falls without a sound, lost am I.
the emotion for which I sacrifice myself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must end.
my soul thrives no more.
how could this be?
angels surround me, crying,
sanctuary, at it's end.
the emotion for which I sacrifice myself
flares once, then dies,
swept away by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must end.
my soul thrives no more.
how could this be?
angels surround me, crying,
sanctuary, at it's end.
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