Maybe, my lady
I am requiem, of
Why such ironic fate, Seedbug
I come from, not of cloud of Tidus
Where can I traverse, to Albataar
Celibacy and a hockey-mask, Morlock
Eternal to the, dude I need to the
To the gold, to the gold, to the gold, heart
To the gold liquid and to the celeste green
The leap of faith of, La Montagne
La Cathedral De Marie Pour L’Enfant De La Mort
The year of it’s did not falter
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