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Too cold, too dead, oh no! I touched my heart;

too late to hold on I have already fallen apart.

They speak about the journey nobody mentions fear,

the path has twists girl, it’s not as it appears.

Don’t look too deep there’s an empty space,

just look from above never try reaching the base.

Don’t think she will battle no sire, she forsake to attack,

there’re already holes in walls don’t forget to fill cracks.

Wish there was a lullaby, so in slumber remain forever,

but whosoever made the first song was extremely clever.

They say look for the moon so you fall amongst star,

what if she tells you don’t live for minutes just live for hours.


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