Poetry awoke from Sleeping City
Time passes as night blooms.
Time withered away the hurtful memories,
Her lips awoke the sleeping city,
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Poetry Awoke From Sleeping
Poetry awoke from Sleeping City
Time passes as night blooms.
Time withered away the hurtful memories,
Her lips awoke the sleeping city,
Blood dripping from the lustful sword,
From nigh' to morn' te' crows knew,
Crows await the night at dusk