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In this moment of sadness, you lie hopeless, you lie and you lie, and you lied...
but where can you look up? If the world is always beckoning to look down upon thee.
Where is your hope? Our moment of triumph has already been washed away.
The divinty of my own ignorance, is the past of my own doubt, I never go on, for I am caught in endless tears, of mortal simplicity. Hear me Hear me, I am the Dream Seeker.
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