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The hangman cometh, to the gallows oaken, the reapers awaken, to mend the broken. The mourners mourn, a soul that was scorn.
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Tormented lies, and pain filled eyes, hatred scorned, and all who mourned, suffers with an empty abyss, with no hope nor bliss.
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Alone with time left still, afraid to dream, for it can kill. Your shadow's your only friend, and everything else so hard to comprehend.
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The sky dancers' dance, for the flower's grace, angel tears by chance, falls upon a new born's face.
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A sakura night, cherry blossom's in sight, love is in the moonlight, and it's also bright, such a beautiful sight, the cherry blossom, pink and white,
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I arose from my slumber with haste of morning ember; to be greeted by a knock on my chamber door. "Who's there?" I said as I am greeted with an; outst..
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We're living on borrowed time; cherished by love sublime; amaze, are the sights unseen; and agony is but demean.
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An undying tomorrow; friends of sorrow; lay to rest; on the night of morrow. Mark of raw; torments and flaw; lives on forever; with silence of maw.
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I'm looking back when you were here when you showed me, there's none to fear. Now you’re gone, I feel lost and alone. You’re with God, sta..
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Again yet again I see you ponder; as you wander away from me; as I be to you but an echo among the wind.
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