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Saint like reformed carrions
hidden like the beast
from beauty and mankind
Tortured save the queen all time
its the opera everyone begs
for the phantom to come
Seran for other their acts tasted
once or twice though exist till now
blessed
are those who transcended
like the flowers turn to sun
they turned to moonlight
don't look for the sun in midnight!!!
Pawns in a chessboard
fake but not dead
smashed our tiny lands
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