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Rewind the cycle.
My Regret is the world I created.
Regret the kiss that sealed my fate.
Rewind, rewind it all again.
Rewind the silver that was my price.
I think I will take a walk and rest my soul.
A cylindrical head resting in the arms of a circular rope.
Rewind this cycle endless cycle.

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It Was As If The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air
Luti-Kriss



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