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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓲𝓻, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓵𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓮
Chirping together with singing, I awaken to the act of being Calling my name to begin the day. Calling me away  From the past of yesterday.   While all my problems fade
The Day you Died I felt   Nothing.   It's not that I didn't care. No, I did. But I felt an abyss. Emptiness. A black hole. No sensation. You dead, I alive But both, in destiny, tied.  
Dye my jade wings red And let them burn into white Until we are free But make no mistakeOur wounds will never heal true, For we are the dead
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