Shout 1851
furtively sees the reality of each of your memory ...
again the loss
destruction of people die
Well, that Satan is fighting in the sun with blood lonely?
before the heart is to be ephemeral
abyss of fear sob dream about treacherous disintegration
absurd crowów looks like crying at the beautiful Loch World
eagle lose our fear of falling
longing never forgot about the long clearing
Man escapes forever
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