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[ti:Fall asleep] |
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[ar:A Ghost of Flare] |
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[al:Iris] |
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Captivated by the beautiful appearance, |
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I touched the thorn, and it pricked me. |
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I looked at the drops dripping from my fingertip, |
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and the smiled. |
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Relying on only the moonlight, |
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I look for something under the bed. |
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The weakness that is covered in dust. |
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I stored it away for this day. |
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I was placing something just in reach of my hands to enable me to end the world spontaneously. |
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Until this day, |
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I had clutched the weakness a few times. |
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The bloodstained hand, I put the cold you into my mouth. |
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But, the light which shines in through from the window framed in the moonlight, |
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Creates a shadow, and wouldn't let me pull the trigger. |
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A small bird tweets, four thirty five A.M. |
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And when, The nights passed by, The weakness got covered in dust. |
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The weakness got covered in dust. |
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I feel as if I'm still dreaming. |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change this dream. |
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There is no more tears to be shed. |
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Finally, I put the gun into my face. |
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I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real. |
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No more can I cry. |
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I can no longer hear the tweet of the small bird. |
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I can no longer hear the tweet of the small bird. |
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Such a past that I thought I had forgotten, but, in an instant, |
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The memories come flooding back to me. |
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But, the light which shines in through from the window framed in the moonlight. |
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Creates a shadow, |
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And wouldn't let me pull the trigger. |
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A small bird tweets, four thirty five A.M. |
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And when, The nights passed by, |
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The weakness got covered in dust. |
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The weakness got covered in dust. |
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I feel as if I'm still dreaming. |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change this dream. |
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There is no more tears to be shed. |
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Finally, I put the gun into my face. |
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I focus on the pain. The only thing that's real. |
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No more can I cry. |
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I can no longer hear the tweet... |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change. |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change. |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change. |
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If I feel more pain, I would be able to change. |
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This dream |
