The down brings misery after twilight
Soon to be sorrounded by nameless sorrow
Itching and carving out their floating and burning notes
Open the keys, close the ways
Till the cleansing tides, I,
Closed my eyes forever
To reclaim the garden of eden, I shall rise
One more time with the purest intentions
Take my place inside the whole remembrance
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