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to you, only believer of this empty templeit’s time to shineto walk down all the roads like you’re walking to your own funeralit’s time to acceptwhat is there and what is notcould be’s and would be’sit’s time to come hometo yourself to you, the cold hearted child of hottest summersthe golden trophy of seasonswinning your heart could easily seem so impossiblebut with your lips partedwith the ray…
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