Dark Wing
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How can you describe the pain?
Merciless, revived, insane?
...
Memories lay deep... caught up!
With no bleam to lit them up...
My only dream... is to believe
But every flame is ought to leave
...
How can you describe the rain?
Merciless, alive, the same?
For me... it is just a game
To be played... To let them in...
(those memories
Those brushed-out moments...)
For I... like to think it's right
To give... the unforgiven
So every bleam... is litten
And the Dark Wing... lose its might!
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