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I'm sorry my fellow hunter, I'm sorry.   Even though we had cared for each other. Even though you had cherished me. It was I who killed you.   I'm sorry for my brother's jealousy.
It’s funny, No matter where I go,  no matter what sky I’m under,  Orion always manages to find me. See, there,  the three stars aligned together. 
My heart shattered into a million pieces and the wind blew the remnants across the sky, So that they may shine like bright stars among the Heavens at night,
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