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Is that a dream? To walk in this guilt Falling down, forward to the bleak cornes Grey night, just consort with me one last time? That sadness bushin has curtaining call You been watched it start, also watch it ballyhack Look, that's blood, fresh blood, Lament for the drooping eyes Dizzy color, are you pouring out? EH? Sorriness color, getting thirsty however? Dry rot body, does your poor soul feeling cold Cold and cold Let him sink, keep sinking, just sink Hilding personality, is now licking the tearing wound You made me blind You just letting me blind, seeing nothing...