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Your presence has not
been left in the dust.
Take my undead aura;
use it as you wish--

For I am your resource;
your infinite lifeline.

I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.

If I possessed
a needle,
I would repair
your fractured opinion--

Stitching you whole
once more.

I exist for evermore
in harmony with your soul.

Here to lend a loving hand
to the loose reflection,
to piece together
your false rejection.