The tune of my bliss
And even in sorrow
The glare of your shadow
Fret I shall not
For our story have rot
To the past I have sent
All my secrets a shrine
As these songs represent
My heart’s triumph and shine
Far you shall go
Let the north wind blow
My scars and my pain
No longer in chain
And be you my past
Like the hollow ghouls’ cast
A deep forgotten treasure
No longer a pleasure
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