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Her  made this world painless
With the black , soft , tender hair
Oh you may see
That melody suits her , close braided in her ears
I listen it try possible to explain

 

The white mess drifts across the shrouds
Envy moon cough during wintry sky
My muse , my lily girl
Your enemy, enemy, revenge army
Gleams like an a boa's eye