We form our shadow
And spot the change
We desire for the soul
And cast not our shame
For unto shame
There is truth
For the loyalty bound
That have serve us
And relentless disappear
For the best from the rest
Sky of intermediate swallow
Our honor
And dance with plastic chair
Rushing like a rain
And sound frighten
Like a pearl of barbodos
Am not ready for
Life
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