There are a lot of ways
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To hear my final step...
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To see the bloody trace,
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Or rope around pale neck
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And now I hear the voices,
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Which¡¯re still trying to find
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My last hope, which was buried
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In your crying green eyes!
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I watched that stream of dreams,
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It'll never flow into the Sea...
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...The Sea of Real realms...
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Where I once was so free...
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My empty eyes trims Dawn
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Filled of new-born rays of Light
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This final dance on bound
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Will be the chorus of its sight.
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This is my addiction.
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This is my compassion
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This is my rejection
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This is my chaos
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This is my addiction.
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This is my compassion
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This is my rejection
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Like the cry of Eos...
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These are my last words to say
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But only Wind can hear my pray
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The song was sang, Romance¡¯s fey
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And even Gods will not find the key¡¦
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My Last Words
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| Fiend |
