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The Lost Soul That Is Me
When colorfull souls die in the end,
Where will they rest?
When high-class people loose their mind,
Who of us is best?
Seen from a demon's perspective,
None is as good as I.
But when I look myself in the mirror,
I wish that I could cry.
Where will they rest?
When high-class people loose their mind,
Who of us is best?
Seen from a demon's perspective,
None is as good as I.
But when I look myself in the mirror,
I wish that I could cry.
Published 25th Apr 2011
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