Look at my spirit is broken there ..
into a mosaic that is stored in the Andromeda ..
This word is not a regular Allegory ..
you let me die pale abandoned fire ..
Fire is sacred ...
Fluttering from the dim lantern ..
A hand goddess Libra ...
Until I'm helplessly as the boy who fell without a mother ..
like a blind man who lost his wife as a guide the straight ..
Let the foliage and grass trampled into silent witnesses saw fall into a dark abyss ..
Chasm which I dwell with pangs fragrances
sadness ..
and wind accompanied by silence ..
until the death of the birds sing harmony heart wrenching ..
and picked me up at the brink of death
into a mosaic that is stored in the Andromeda ..
This word is not a regular Allegory ..
you let me die pale abandoned fire ..
Fire is sacred ...
Fluttering from the dim lantern ..
A hand goddess Libra ...
Until I'm helplessly as the boy who fell without a mother ..
like a blind man who lost his wife as a guide the straight ..
Let the foliage and grass trampled into silent witnesses saw fall into a dark abyss ..
Chasm which I dwell with pangs fragrances
sadness ..
and wind accompanied by silence ..
until the death of the birds sing harmony heart wrenching ..
and picked me up at the brink of death
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